So Wednesday I drive back to Arkansas, the Homeplace. While I'm there, amid trying to find and devour the juiciest, ripe (hopefully Bradley County Pink) tomato, I'll do a reading at the local library. I'm a bit nervous but hopeful it will be a chance to share poetry with a crowd unlike any before. It's true - there's a strange comfort in reading in dimly lit bars with the crowd noise and anonymous circle of light. It feels a great deal like playing music once did. Stand up, take a big breath, and go. When the lights are up and everybody's sober as a deacon (Hi, Daddy!), it's a little riskier. We'll make a running go of it with whomever assembles.
After Arkansas, I have a little day-jaunt at Kennesaw State University at the Georgia Author of the Year Authors event where people can hear finalists and winners discuss their works and read from them.
In mid-August I'll head back up to Philadelphia for a reading at the Moonstone Arts Center. Details to come.
One more thing, contact me if you live in the Athens/Watkinsville, GA area and if you would be interested in a six-week beginner's poetry class. I am trying to gauge interest and would need at least 6 participants. Thanks and have a wonderful summer!