I read with some awesome poets on October 5th for the World Series of Poetry in San Francisco. It was a weird and unconventional and I fell in love with their work all over again.
Then, it was off to my home town, Sonoma where crush was in full swing and the grapes were heavy and loaded with good things you have to wait and wait and wait for.
In the weeks of moving, of unpacking, of cleaning, of writing copy, and writing art, somehow I was offered an escape to the Anderson Valley with my older brother and sister-in-law. Twelve wineries in 2 days. And this is how we spent our lunch break at Navarro Vineyards.
I chalked the whole wonderful adventure up to research and tried to put away as much Pinot Noir as possible. Now, I have quite a bit in the bluegrass kitchen. Just sitting there. In the wine rack. Silently screaming my name. They'll have to wait until we have visitors and some nice things accomplished.
Then, the day of my flight out to Lexington, I was invited to a read at the Yerba Buena Gardens in San Francisco as part of Litquake and hosted by the talented powerhouse Robin Ekiss. The sun came out and we all oohed and ahhed together. Like poets should do. Here's a video of me reading poems and talking about things.
Now we're home in the bluegrass house where the whole of my Brooklyn apartment now resides. The old green kitchen table that the girls used to gather around is now my desk where I write. The rocking chair is in the dining room. Dolly Parton on the cover of Playboy is in the bathroom. The Ada is in Kentucky.
