Nothing.
Things have been happening but there is nothing. Bars, movie night, bad movie, good movie, work, more work, attack of the 2 foot rats, little sleep, poetry, more work, now.

That was my weekend. As usual, there were ups and downs. Big deal right? I am not miserable, not by far, I am not happy either. I am somewhere in between where things cease to bare any importance in the long run. Now I am waiting on the steps of Union Square Park, for the time that will move me towards bar 13 for "Raise the Red Tent" (Q), where I will find out if people with penises are allowed to read. I want to read. I have desire to read. Tomorrow is Acentos and I fear that I will not have anything to read. Something is started, but by no means complete. When are my poems ever complete? It's almost time. 6:32pm

I am really loving the breeze right now. And I am loving the blue eyes that keep catching my eyes. I am such a hopeless romantic. My encounters are brief but they mean the world to me. A glance, a smile, just the look. I admire beauty so much. I admire attention. It's pretty cool. Writing is great, I love writing. Life is awesome and life sucks but enough of the later makes the suckie parts bearable. That's cool. Let's go raise that damn tee pee.


12:47am

I am now home and I loved this Red Tent. Abena and Ms. Bell were incredible. The energy was crazy. I read a piece that I have been editing and I was very happy with today's response. It still has a way to go before I can call it complete. Today was good.