Friday, March 15, 2024

Today I go and deposit my Poetry Award checque--and run off more copies of my chapbooks-gave my friend who had a hip transplant a version of my crochet shawl.

I wore one for the poetry reading.
No photos available right now.
Regie Cabico was the judge.
My advice is if you write or paint, put your work out there--but get in a safe space first.
The villains will hit the dust--mark my words.

We stopped at either Port Said, or Gibraltor--I am uncertain which, and took a spin around the place in a taxi--but didn't get down and walk. My mother was very scared.

Later on the ship, a magician came on board to entertain us. I was 7--and as I still do now, I sat in the front row. It's always impo...