never stops.

the fun, that is. tomorrow dodge starts. my head is feeling better, like it has a slipper in it and not a construction worker's muddy boot.

i've you haven't got the picture of what dodge is, let me break it down for you:

three fourteen hour days and one eight hour day of poetry. some music and a bit o' storytelling (poetry's closest cousin). so from 8am to 10pm, thursday through saturday, i'll be sipping that sweet nectar.

my girl will be in tow the first two days. a young aspiring poet at such an event is pretty cool. though she might not call herself an aspiring poet, sometimes it is easier for others to see what we are than we ourselves, right?

bly will be there, doing that rumi crap as the matriarch says. i dig hafiz so, i'm looking forward to hearing bly's rumi.

i'm also taking the time to do the women's poetry sessions. women and poetry, women in praise of the sacred.

there will be open mics each day, and i hope to make it to a couple on saturday and sunday. there i can read my stuff that is too, um, edgy for the church crowd. there i can read the stuff i'm really writing now. we'll see how it goes. if i even get the chance.

i can't even imagine what it will be like. i'm so excited. but i'm also trying to get better and not think too much about it. just focusing on getting well.

if you'll be there, i'll be at the poetry center table on poetry row thursday and friday on and off. do say hello. saturday, i'll be wafting around from one flower to the next drunk on words.