post reading

One begins by saying, play the video in the post below, as it plays, and you read this post, all will become clear.

Last night was reading night, the final, official semi-informal event for my MFA. At 8 last evening, I was sitting in Brueggers (a poor imitation of Timmie's)nervously clutching in my sweat damp hands the few poems I would read. There were nine of us leaving the program last night, and I was to read number five. Fortunately, I was able to enjoy the few poets (fiction does not agree with me) who preceded me. My reading was short, sweet, and from the word around here, not too bad.

The MFA feels finished now. I can settle in and enjoy my status as a high school drop out/graduate student/poet. How strange to sit here this morning and know I have achieved a dream. I am savoring the moment, and (knock on wood) I am happy.

I took some wisteria photos yesterday, soon as I get the chance, I will post one if it came out ok.

Now, about the video. Carol got the job in Denton Texas, so we will be going to Texas next month (tentative move date June 1). Texas. It tastes funny still, but if I repeat it often enough, maybe it won't sound so strange.

Everyone is invited to my place for Christmas, we can drive to the Gulf and spend the day on the beach.

Texas.

Nope, still feels weird.

Texas

What?

I said Texas.