Stay soft, when you want to armor up. Read. See urchin, hardshell, crab. Oyster? Mussel. Muscle. Cry, if you want to cry. Butter. Hold a word under your tongue. Taste its soft round curves and melt its sharp razor edges. Whisper a kindness to an unkind stranger. Burp. Fart. Sneeze. Ask questions in lieu of defending. Butter, like you’re 95 years old and every day is a celebration. Forgive, the real and the imagined. Take out the trash.
More soon, on my trip to Provincetown and the workshop I took there, on hybrid text. A truly unforgettable experience, with unforgettable humans. This is a poem from the week.
Very timely in my World.
I've started a major project to save my photographic computer.
I have no idea how to use Microsoft I've created a mess.
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