I met god this week in white-haired introverts bravely introducing themselves in a kind man who wants to write less academically, more vulnerably in class clowning with my hilarious and brilliant friend in sopes and tacos and shawarma, injera and lentils and doro wat in an 80-year-old Black man’s funny quips and Jim Crow stories in a publisher-turned-friend who believes in me in a long-time literary hero calling me (me!) a badass and that’s not even the half of it but I’ll stop before my heart explodes
A poem is an appropriate way to respond to the last four days together. I can't even formulate language around how I'm feeling yet. Bursting is accurate. Phew. The Eternal was abundantly presence for sure!
I love reading this...your cup runneth over
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"but I'll stop before my heart explodes" I understand this feeling.
this poem has caused me to smile from ear to ear!
Thank you, friend!! Just like me drooling over your author photos!!
A poem is an appropriate way to respond to the last four days together. I can't even formulate language around how I'm feeling yet. Bursting is accurate. Phew. The Eternal was abundantly presence for sure!
p.s. this is why I write poetry. Formulating ALL the words is a task too overwhelming.
P-H-E-W
Wow. So happy for you. Nya’s amazing.
SHE REALLY IS
Equal parts happy for you and hatin on you
Agreed. I was struggling for words, but so, so much this. 💚💜
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That’s fair