shy_blossom

I got this great gift last night from my Secret Santa at our company's holiday party: http://www.flickr.com/photos/21120084@N06/sets/72157603500462780/

Santa named a star in my honor, registered in the Universal Star Catalog, with www.starnamer.com.  These are captures from Google Earth/Sky.

If you want to find me yourself, go to:

RA 61.00903758 ( 4 hr, 4.04 min), DEC -30.48557656 (-30 deg, 29.13 min).  See you there!

it's been a year, abouts, since I last answered these questions (I think I got this off a MySpace meme):

1. What made you smile today?
e-mail notice from the library that the book I wanted had come in.

3. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
drinking a martini I swore I wouldn't have

4. Something that happened to you in 1986?
learned to play touch football

6. Last thing you said aloud?
I was singing along to whatever song was playing

7. Last thing someone else said aloud?
see you on Tuesday

11. What is your favorite part of the day?
coming home

13. Where is your best friend right now?
at home? at a party?  who knows?

16. Any plans for Friday night?
Clayton Sabine & band at the Black Door in Montpelier.  Jennifer and Jake are coming to join us.

18. Last thing you bought?
artsy -fartsy paper and a wide-tipped black marker

19. Last gift you received?
a love note left on my computer

21. Favorite mug?
my french press coffee maker, which I drink straight out of

2. Last thing you ate?
Dan's vegetarian chili, yum!

4. What's something you look forward to most in the next 6 weeks?
vacation, and presents!

5. What's annoying you right now?
cold feet

6. Do you believe in long-distance relationships?
yes

Q: Who is the last person you called?
lil' bro

Q: Do you wish on stars?
often

Q: When did you last cry?
a couple weeks ago, I guess

Q: Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
ours

Q: What is the color of your bedsheets?
too cool for school bloo

Q: What were you doing at 9 last night?
 watching an X-files episode

I've just realized (and maybe I'm just slow) that this reading 50 books thing is limiting my poetry reading quite a bit.  And I have to get it back in  my life.  

But to add to the count, I've recently finished When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro.  Aslo read Salem Falls by Jodi Picoult.  Dan's mother's been passing off her book club books to us, otherwise, I never would read Picoult.  Not really my thing.  Oh well.  

Since Kazim had suggested that I read Fanny Howe, especially, I've got her book On the Ground up next.

I'm not sure what number I'm on now.  My move to Montpelier stymied the 50 Books Challenge a little bit.  The books have been in boxes for a long time.  But now I've finally got my own library card to the Kellog-Hubbard Library, a few blocks from my new house.  These past two weeks allowed me to finish reading My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult, who incidentally will be writing a new Wonder Woman series, or so I hear.  Last night, I finished The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson, which is as much a memoir or Iowa in the 1950s as it is a memoir about his childhood.  Very funny.

Both books are easy reads.  What else do they have in common?  From about page 5, you pretty know what kind of books it's going to be.  Picoult's is riveting and tragic, Bryson's is jovial and wonderfully innocent. 

from Minnesotan Poet Bryan Thao worra:

From Young American Comics, worth checking out:

Young American Comics 2007 Open Invite Anthology: small town/BIG CITY




Be a part of an exciting and growing tradition for fresh new talent and seasoned veterans alike: small town/BIG CITY is the sixth annual Open Invite Anthology from Young American Comics.

Write and draw a two to eight page comic about an experience in a small town or a big city. While stories don’t have to be strictly autobiographical, they should be realistic and involve real towns. Work on your own or team up with other creators!

small town/BIG CITY will be divided into two separate sections, so each story should be about either a small town or a big city, not both. Submitted entries can use pre-established characters, but must be a self-contained story and not part of a daily journal comic or other ongoing series. Entries should be about a specific experience and tell a story from beginning to end.

Example One:

Driving across country, John finds himself stopping for gas in the small town of Ovid, Colorado. Intimidated but intrigued by the bloodied aprons of the employees of the meat packing plant, he asks for directions. The strange conversation that follows gives him something to think about on the next stretch of highway.

Example Two:

An American visiting Japan for the first time, Emily gets separated from her tour group in downtown Tokyo. Overwhelmed by the sights, sounds and constant flow of people, she stops to observe a handsome young man singing softly to himself, holding a sign that she can't read.

Stuck for ideas? If you've never had a significant experience in a small town or big city, visit a library or thrift store and flip through some issues of National Geographic for inspiration. Got a city or town in mind, but no story?

Try Google Image Search for a start.

Remember, while stories do not have to be autobiographical, they should be realistic. Ask a friend or family member for an interesting story to tell for them. Or feel free to make something up, but avoid the super natural, the overly abstract, or the too broad. Each story should be a short vignette in which something happens in either a small town or a big city. Easy, right? Now go! The deadline approaches!

Extended Deadline: March 5, 2007

A complete list of all accepted submissions will be announced Aprill, 2007 at www.youngamericancomics.com.

For the complete rules, submission guidelines and helpful hints, download the following PDF.

Feel free to distribute this flier to your friends, colleagues, art groups and classes!

We welcome any and all contributions!

I finished reading The Snoring Bird: My Family's Journey Through a Century of Biology, by Bernd Heinreich. It will be published in June. It was great--I recommend every try it sometime. It helped me to understand other immigrant situations and the realities of war and reconciliation with parents and one's own internal drive.

I've gotten as far as I can go with How to Cook. I think I skipped over a couple of essays that didn't catch me by paragraph 3. That's book#9.

I'm currently reading The Race Beat. I forget the authors at present. It's a very detailed account of media's role and influence leading up to and during the Civil Rights Struggle. Focuses mostly on print preiodicals. It's really intriguing look at that part of our history.

I picked up Prisoner of Trebekistan by Bob Harris last night, but I don't think I'm gonna finish it. The Narrator is too smarmy. If you can stomach it, it's one person's account of winning and losing on Jeopardy! the TV quiz show.

CALL TO ARTISTS: VISUAL ART & PHOTOGRAPHY - The Latchis Memorial Building, which includes the Latchis Hotel, is owned by Brattleboro Arts Initiative, a non-profit arts organization. The Hotel has 30 guest rooms and approximately 5000 visitors per year. These are all-season vacationers, wedding parties, Marlboro and Landmark College parents, conference participants, business travelers, SIT and Marlboro graduate students, and others. They come from all over the world. The building itself is inherently a work of art – original terrazzo flooring, hand painted murals, Art Deco architecture. To augment this, we are in the process of updating the look of the rooms, and want to fold Brattleboro’s living, breathing arts scene into the building in a meaningful way. We seek a variety of artists who would like to “Book a Room” – that is, be given a hotel room in which to exhibit their art on a revolving basis. The number of pieces would depend on the configuration of the room. (There are singles, doubles, deluxe doubles, queens, and suites.) All pieces would be for sale on consignment. As a way to show our appreciation, artists will receive a voucher for a one night stay in “their” room – to use themselves, or use as a gift, perhaps, to a special patron (certain restrictions will apply). For more information contact Gail Nunziata, Managing Director of Brattleboro Arts Initiative and Latchis Corporation, 50 Main Street, Brattleboro VT 05301; gailn@thebai.org; 802-254-1109. Take a look online: www.latchis.com

My life has been paralyzed by my near obsessive need to read the entire His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman. My books 5,6,7 for the 5o books challenge. They are: The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass.

I'm currrently reading How I Learned to Cook: Culinary Educations From the World's Greatest Chefs, edited by Kimberly Witherspoon & Peter Meehan. It's pretty engaging. I love essay collections about food and cooking.

Also just started The Snoring Bird by Bernt Heinrich. It's an advance reader (I work in a bookstore). The pubication date is June. We carry a lot of his books, but this is the only one I've picked up. Really engaging, but I'm not far in.

I've put Morris Dees on hold, because I can only take so many stories about struggle and racism and violence. Will get back to it some time. I also am finishing up What To Eat by Marion Nestle on the down time I have at the bookstore.

NOMINATIONS SOUGHT FOR STATE POET - At the direction of the Governor, the Vermont Arts Council conducts the selection process for the State Poet by convening an advisory/selection panel. The State Poet is appointed by the Governor and serves for a term of four years. This four-year appointment will be made by the Governor based on the recommendation of a distinguished panel appointed by the Governor. The panel will make its recommendation based upon how well the nominated poet meets the following criteria. The Vermont State Poet is a person:

who is a resident of Vermont; (Vermont being his/her primary residence)

whose poetry manifests a high degree of excellence;

who has produced a critically acclaimed body of work;

who has a long association with Vermont.

If you would like to submit a nomination, please be sure to include the name and contact information (mailing address, phone number, email) of the nominated poet along with a short explanation of not more than 250 words explaining why the particular poet should receive the appointment. Be sure to reference the name of at least one (preferably 2) published work(s) of the nominated poet including the name of the publisher and date published. Please identify the name and address of the person making the nomination.

Nominations must be emailed or postmarked on or before Tuesday, February 27, 2007, or hand-delivered to the Council offices before 4:30 p.m. on Tuesday, February 27, 2007. Nominations should be mailed to: Vermont Arts Council, Attn: State Poet Nominations, 136 State Street, Drawer 33, Montpelier, VT 05633-6001.

So, yeah, I like challenges that are honor system and in which I do not have to front anything but the desire to acheive the impossible:

50 books challenge here I come!

Already completed:

Best American Crime Writing 2006, which is very captivating and a recommended read. You may recognize some of these articles from their original publications--I did.

The Radioactive Boy Scout. Very scary but true story of a teenager intent on building a breeder nuclear reactor in his parents' potting shed. Yikes.

Nightjohn by Gary Paulsen. God, I am such a sucker for slave stories. Very good YA book about a freed slave who comes back south to teach other slaves to read and write. True Story.

The Watsons Go to Birmingham--1963 by Chirstopher Paul Curtis. This is so hilarous and charming that you have to wonder at the injustices at the time and how they affected those who were not active in the sturggle.

I know, I'm catching up on some of the books I never got around to as a kid--high hopes to read more young adult fiction: Heese, Haas, Joan Aiken, Peck, Paulsen, etc.

Right now, reading A Lawyer's Journey: The Morris Dees story--it was free, sent to me from the Southern Poverty Law Center. Ok. But a little trite in some parts.

Tonight will be starting on the Golden Compass by Philip Pullma, book one in the His Dark Materials trilogy.

As I wandered through the library today looking for possible reads, I noticed I was drawn towards contemporary American literature, particluarly stories or authors regional in nature. Southern, WEstern, Mid-Western, whatever. Pioneers, cowboys, sailors, etc. Novels of a certain time and place in American history. It was fun to discover that. And also all those books made me want to write like made so my book could be there in the shelves.

FYI: tomorrow, according to the Bizzare American Holidays web site is: Play God Day.

Have loads of fun

Not so much compelled to tell you, but rather get in touch with myself. And catalogue what I've been doing.

I wrote a whole unposted update which I can't find yet, so here's the breakdown, as memory serves (backwards, of course):

Dec: hired as Artist in Residence at Castleton Valley Middle School and Proctor High School. Interviewed for Brandon Recorder, all thanks to Crossroads Arts and Chaffee Arts Center, both of Rutland, VT.

Worked a whole hell of a lot for Xmas shopping season. Barely a day off.

Hosted authors John Nichols and Archer Mayor at the Twilight Tea Lounge for promotional events for their books.

My li' bro moved in w/us, as he got hit by a car and couldn't walk, much less go to work. He's getting better now and should be back to his old self soon.

Had a GREAT Xmas / NYrs w/my boys, Dan and Khonsy. Lots of good loot and good times.

Played Euchre and drank hooch with Hollie, Tom and Shawn.

Nov: Thanksgiving with Dan's family.

Finally had an official "friends over for dinner night", where DB made the awesomest green curry spectacular and we finished it off with homemade pineapple ice cream and coffees.

National Novel Writing Month: 7000 words, or thereabouts. Afterwhich I got my new Dell laptopn, which I LURV

My baby doll's B-day was super romantic

Oct: During Halloween I gave out Asian candies I got in MA at the Asian food stores there. I'd wanted to do something different.

Andrew's 40th birthday party where I drank 6 glasses of champagne in an hour and trudged home so I could puke it up while my BF fried up vegetarian bacon. At least I looked so good I almost outshone the guest of honor. I have yet to see the photos.

There was a woman who loved my work so much she wanted to finagle it so I could go study at Smith. I must remember this and follow through.

Bratt Lit Fest: Martin Espada, Ilya Kaminsky, Brian Turner, all of whom I know love for their poetry adn their friendliness and eagerness.

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That's it since I last posted.

JAN 2007:

I went to a reading locally, of Anne Waldman and Toi Derricote--fabulous. They both incorporated music in some way and both were so separate in style yet so compelling and loved by the New England College MFA students who were there... it was magic to see them onstage.

And to be in the same room with them and also Gerald Stern adn Ilya Kaminsky and other great poets, including Chard DeNoird, who runs the MFA poetry program.

I got to finally meet JR, who almost accepted a poem of mine to one of his anthologies. It was great to connect with someone about poetry and have him give some good words and pointers. REally nice.

Oh yeah, I'm also on the board of directors for Write Action now. We're going to be hosting an Open Reading on 2/11 at THe Common Ground in Brattleboro. 4 pm. It's a Sunday. Come if you can. I'm in charge of making the posters.

I've been dreaming a lot, but not writing any of it down. So my dream journal is suffering. Ooops.

I have been amusing my self with Crosswords galore. I can't help it.

Blah, blah, blah. See you around or not. Keep writing all of you. I love reading it.

My essay, Escape From Laos, which is featured on the I Think of This Every Time I Think of Mountains CD is on page 53 of the new Chrysalis Reader anthology, Passages: Timeless Voyages of Spirit .

ISBN: 0-87785-237-5
Editors: Lawson, Carol S.; and Lawson, Robert F.
Item Price: $15.95 (in US Dollars)

About the book:

No matter which byways we choose, we are all traveling our own path of adventure. Passages: Timeless Voyages of Spirit explores moments when people are fully engaged in or caught unaware by the business of living. This anthology of essays, poetry, and stories combines the whimsy one finds in fairytales with the realities of life-changing events. Breaking out of predictable routine, the authors of this collection discover unexpected vistas of youth, middle age, and beyond. Through imaginative interplay of past and present, coupled with moments of self-awareness, the stories, essays, and poetry of Passages lead to watershed events and a new understanding of who we are.

"The arts often predate scientific discovery and give us glimplses into the deeper realities of existence. This anthology weaves a vision that is often overlooked as we pursue the business of living and offers important insights for healers."---Dr. Mehmet Oz, author of Healing from the Heart and You: The Owner's Manual

"Spiritual depth and literary mastery are beautifully combined in this newest offering of the Chrysalis Reader. For me, spiritual writings are valuable if they help awaken me to wise and compassionate living. This collection is a treasury of such pointers."---Larry Rosenberg, founder of Cambridge Insight Meditation Center

a review:

1. What made you smile today?
dining at 99 for (almost) free

3. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
catching up on .www.ibrattleboro.com

4. Something that happened to you in 1986?
learned to play touch football in the parking lot of our school

6. Last thing you said aloud?
--I can't remember--it was something whispered

7. Last thing someone else said aloud?
I love you Baby

11. What is your favorite part of the day?
cuddling in bed and falling asleep with him

13. Where is your best friend right now?
asleep in bed

16. Any plans for Friday night?
after work, going to the Tea Lounge, then writing, then falling asleep, drunk, I hope.

18. Last thing you bought?
a 99-cent bag of Munchos

19. Last gift you received?
six undisturbed hours of much needed sleep

21. Favorite mug?
the gold-rimmed flower tea cup with rose interior at the Tea Lounge

2. Last thing you ate?
steak tips, fries, coleslaw, steak & hot sauces

4. What's something you look forward to most in the next 6 weeks?
the passing of looming deadlines, meeting Ellen Dore Watson, Andrew's birthday bash and Halloween

5. What's annoying you right now?
having to type quietly, October chill

6. Do you believe in long-distance relationships?
yes

Q: Who is the last person you called?
Dan

Q: Do you wish on stars?
yes

Q: When did you last cry?
it's been more than a week--too long

Q: Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
ours

Q: What is the color of your bedsheets?
sandalwood

Q: What were you doing at 9 last night?
admiring Dukes of Hazzard replica cars and meeting their makers

Yes,

Brattleboro Litereay Festival has begun. and I'm not one to trump the event, becasue so far, it's only been OK (in my personal opinion0.

But so far, I have met and talked to Martin Espada, Ilya Kaminski, and Brian Turner personally and i am so grateful.

Brain Turner came into the bookstore where I work on Wednesday to pick up a copy of his book (he had a reading the next night and wanted to read from it, but didn't have it on him). And he walked abround a little bit and talked to the owner. He seemed like a real low-key sort of person. No one i would recognize off the street.

Today, when I came in for my shift, he introduced himself proper--having noticed that his book, "Here, Bullet", is one of my staff picks--and we talked a little bit on poetry--mostly me telling him how much the poems really resonated with me and how I read the book after a friend of mine--who'd come home from Iraq recently--pressed it on me. He was so ego-less about the whole experience. And he was grateful for knowing that the poems resonated with folks who were out there on the field. Then, later, as I was setting up books for the Martin & Ilya, he offered to help out--for real, help me sell books! He's super sweet. Not only that, a kick-ass poet.

PLEASE BUY HIS BOOK. And of you're on Brattleboro, come to his reading tomorrow at 5 - 6 pm at Sanctuary: Hooker-Dunahm Theater. I'll be there, too. He's also reading as part of "The Hearts of Spain: Poems of the Spanish Civil War" panel, along with Maritn Espada et al.

Then, I was late closing up the store, kicking people out, it being Gallery Walk, and all...

Has anyone ever gone to an Ilya Kaminski reading? He passed out copies of his book so we could follow along. No only is he hearng impaired, but he also is from the Ukraine--heavy accent. Which I could understand fine when he came into the bookstore earlier to ask where our poetry section was. But when he reads.. it's like listening to a whole 'nother language. the accents and intonations we take for granted are twisted around. there was also an ASL interpreter there for the deaf, who did a very excellent job of interpreting.

Reading along with his recitation was just as boring as reading along with any other speaker. Why bother? I thought maybe I could make out what he was saying by closing my eyes and listening really intently as I've done a t other readings, and as I saw others in audience do.. but, now the words only take on more distortions in my dark imagination. I tried watching the ASL interpreter as she signed his poems. But I was too caught up intellectually with trying to make out what she was trying to convey (as I have not read all the poems he was presenting).

My key into "hearing" and enjoying his reading was watching him. Not take my eyes off him for one second, or else I would be lost. It must, I imagine, be like someone who reads lips--I can understand perfectly when I watch him speak. his intonations make sense and his music is so alive.

Funny..

then Martin Espada came on, saying this was his first reading as an "old man"--the first time he's read with his glasses on. Mostly poems from his new book-"The Republic of Poetry", half of which is about Chile. There are times when his hand can't help itself but keep time to the music--epsecially that one he opened with about the "calle San Sabastian", the one about Neruda's house, "The City Made of Glass". Last one he'd read was "ALabanza", from book of same name, to which I wanted to shout "Amen" several times to. I had to work to keep from crying. How I've loved Esapada's work for so long, and here he was, delivering it to me. I am so grateful. I told him so afterwards. And he made sure I got the book he'd autographed for me.

And did I tell how how Ilya carried my box of unsold books down the stairs to my dolly for me so I could bring them back to the bookstore? He's so tall and friendly. I loved it.

I'm not just drunk on that, though.

Monday night was a poetry reading by Jan Frazier at the Putney Library in Putney, VT. I've been in her writing workshops for over ten years. A few years ago, she'd published a "Jan Frazier's Greatest Hits" chapbook through Pudding House Press, a series by invitation only. she's given me a copy back then, with an inscription that read something like: "to Phayvanh, whose poetry makes me want to write poetry again". I can't help it. She's really the reason I delved so deep into the writing, and she keeps me going. Her poetry, that is. The present-body sense of it. And I have tried not to cry in joy when she read, both from the power of her words, but also because of the love there was in the room for her.

there are so many wonderful poets, I'm sure, writing in general obscurity. My friend Jan enjoys a rather good local following, mostly from her students locally. And I also enjoy a really great relationship with my audience base in town. Some of which led to other opportunities, most of which exist simply because they love my work.

But I am heartened by Jan's reading on Monday night--mostly becuase I know that "general obsurity" does not necessarily mean "unimportant". the writing scene at home would be less vibrant without her. And poets like myself turn to her for vision, encouragement and inspiration.

I know that I hve small arms branching from my own work, inspiring, encouraging and envisioning of others, as Jan has done for me. Just this week, I met with a teenage poet, made connections with someone about after-scool workshops and gotten advice about approaching someone for a scholarship. So...

You know, I'm pretty drunk right now... my Baby made vodka gimlets and when we ran out of Rose's lime juice, mde som ered concotion with juice concentrate. I love him...

Brain turner's reading tomorrow. I think I will hand him some of my poems to read and ask him if I can keep in touch after the festival. And Hearts of Spain tomorrow too.

Fiction: Mary Gaitskill, Jeffery Lent, and Non-fiction with Joshua wolf Shenk. big Day.

poetry sometimes

sleep lots, until the electrician comes to crawl up my attic (this is NOT a metaphor)

crossword puzzles make me crazy for more..

And of course, I started another blog: http://divisiblebythree.blogspot.com where anyone who cares can muse with me on the magic and minutae of Numble, the Cross-Numbers game by Selchow & Richter ('68). rose, Heidi and I are planning a resurgence. We've got a game next Wednesday at the Twilight Tea lounge at 7 pm, for all.

Due to unforseen circumstances, August (25 - 28) Quarter Poems for this month are not forthcoming. I apologize to everyone for the lateness of this announcement. I'd toyed with the idea of publishing something for the half month, but it didn't seem like the right thing to do.

Keep your pocketbook full of change though--September's poems will all have a local hometown focus, so you're sure to want quite a few sets for friends and family. And as always, they're only a Quarter each...

You know, I don't normally care for those survey questions that get posted as mass e-mails/bulletins... but you know, I was compelled to answer these. And to not lose them. I couldn't stop thinking about some of them:

1. What made you smile today?
running into Christine at Farmer's Market

3. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?
trying to find what was making that mysterious, annoying sound

4. Something that happened to you in 1986?
my cousins moved moved in with us

6. Last thing you said aloud?
"the fuck?!"

7. Last thing someone else said aloud?
"I'll be home around 3"

8. Worst thing currently on television:
I'm guessing it's C-SPAN (but I don't watch TV)

11. What is your favorite part of the day?
when I'm meditating in the sun, or when I'm writing

13. Where is your best friend right now?
I'm in between best friends

16. Any plans for Friday night?
after work, going to the Tea Lounge, then writing, then getting ready for our yardsale on Sat.

18. Last thing you bought?
3/4 lb of new potatoes, red + white

19. Last gift you received?
freshly picked flower from Jerry

21. Favorite mug?
the gold-rimmed flower tea cup with rose interior at the Tea Lounge

2. Last thing you ate?
2 vegan samosas, one chicken stick with hot sauce

4. What's something you look forward to most in the next 6 weeks?
sunning, swimming, getting a massage

5. What's annoying you right now?
not being able to do any of these today (no sun, masseuse on vacation)

6. Do you believe in long-distance relationships?
yes


Q: Who is the last person you called?
Wendy

Q: Do you wish on stars?
yes


Q: What is the most disgusting food you've ever eaten?
frozen cicadas

Q: When did you last cry?
this morning

Q: Are you keeping a secret from the world?
many

Q: Whose bed did you sleep in last night?
mine

Q: What is the color of your bedsheets?
light blue, to match the walls

Q: What were you doing at 9 last night?
driving home from the circus

Including what "labels" do you identify with or not? "What does Laotian food taste like?" (The questioner then wanted to know how to get to the nearest Laotian restuarant.)

All my life (as I told these students), I've been faced with many of the same questions repeatedly. Everything ranging from culture to identity to struggle to political analysis. I've had to be the representational Asian/Laotian they ask--and why not ask, since I should know, right?

For most of my life, I had inadequate answers. I hadn't even started asking myself how I got to America, what it meant to me, why I wasn't more curious about my past, etc. Only a few years ago did these issues start manifesting in my life. Only now do I realize it's time to find answers--ones that satisfied me.

I don't like having to be the spokesperson for many, by default. But at least with the crowd tonight, there were educated, interesting inqueries.

Not having to say, "No, I don't speak Chinese" is always a relief. I hope they do good work out there in the world they want to change. I'd like to think that my writing expands their ideas of what that future world might look like.

I will be giving a presentation to the Intercultural Communications Class at the School for International Training (Brattleboro, VT) on Wednesday at 7:30 pm. I'll be bringing poems to spark talk about resettlement, biculturalism, the effects of war and coming of age.

The room usually is filled with students, but the public is welcome. It will be held in the Auditorium, which is not wheelchair accessible (sorry!). CDs and poems will be available.