A grinder is when a bunch of poets put themselves to the grind, to produce a poem a day for thirty days, sharing collectively through an email exchange. There is no commentary, just put it out there by midnight, and have nine other never before seen poems delivered to your mailbox from all over the country/world. The idea I gather is to keep dropping in with the muse, much like you practice the piano each day with the hope of getting a little better…moving a song, or two forward. Continue reading “Grinders, edgy moments, and a little wave to my benefactors present and future”
Me: Why do you like to play the bass with an amp?*
Sam: Because it is really fun when you crank it up all the way to 100.
Me: What do you think about when you play music?
Sam: I get in my mode. I am thinking about going to play the bass loud. I’m good at music not speaking about it.
Me: Sam, what is one thing you are wondering about our trip West in two weeks?
Sam: I am wondering if Tea is going to like me or not.
Me: What do you think the answer is to that?
Sam: Because she has always loved me.
Two weeks to go. And we’re only $400.00 from our goal, which I am certain we’re going to reach. We were buying snacks for our carry on bags today. Thank you to the most recent contribution of $25.00 from Ms. C. C. of Maine. Feeling tremendous support and confidence from all of you! I had a dream that I woke to a contribution from Sandra Bullock for $10,000. The universe clearly has big plans for us! THANK YOU SANDRA and all!
* For being so big and brave in the world, Sam earned his first amp. It’s a 40 watt machine I gather. And was fabricated some time in 1970 near as I can tell. It’s plenty loud for us.