Made three copies of the spoken word CD. My comrades in the Room, many of them, have vowed to purchase a copy. Quickly drew up a cover. Need to write and record more poetry. That is my lifeline, now. My check from the winery, funny. What type of artist do I want to be, the rich, or at least comfortable, or poor?
About to make an instrumental. Miss music, how it charges me, motivates my pen to erect odd syllabic arrangements. Need to see where readings are being held, in Sonoma, Napa, and Marin counties. What if I pass around 1 page, front and back of poetry/spoken word, just to keep the lines out there? Heavy this brain, with thought. POETRY4EVER...
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