Ardor and Flight.

31 May

I dreamed last night that I was a pilot practicing using alien technology while on an interplanetary layover in Brooklyn. A side plot involved stealing a bowling shirt from the patriarch who lived in a brownstone around the corner.

My real life is also interesting.

I spent the last two weeks at a workshop at Texas A&M. The workshop’s called Callaloo, and the participants and instructors are simply among the best. The instructors, Vievee Francis and Greg Pardlo, broke me in the best way. I feel new. I can’t wait to work on poems. I was going to do a whole huge summation of my time there, but if you want to know, you’re going to have to ask me in person.

Sad news for the poetry family recently, though. We lost two important poets this week. The first, Gil Scott-Heron, was one of the most influential spoken word artists of all time. He shaped the art long before a lot of us poets even knew about it, and his work is still among the most innovative you can find.

The second poet, Will Da Real One, was an outspoken advocate for peace in his home state of Florida, and in the black community as a whole. He was a mentor and a friend to many, and an inspiration all of us should strive to emulate.

I’m grateful for the work and lives of both these poets. I hope their families are proud of these men, and I wish them peace.

Let’s remember that life’s too short for fear. Live with love today and every day, as best you can. ❤


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