I am love drunk today.
I spent the weekend with my beloved Eunice Scarfe and Amy Ferris at the International Women’s Writing Guild Big Apple Conference. We wrote, bare hearted writing, big step writing, the kind of writing that flows from you when you are in safe shelter. I overheard a participant say, “There is no other place like this.”
I sold copies of An Anthology of Babes: 36 Women Give Motherhood a Voice and spoke to many women who are interested in sharing their stories about mothering and creativity.
Today I am heading out to The Community Bookstore in Park Slope Brooklyn to peddle my books.
And be sustained by poetry, even in the subway.
Have you found any poetry in public lately?