Today I'm grateful for:
Four people who didn't know each other gathering bravely around my table to open themselves up through poems.
Our coalescing in the small kitchen.
The surprises that couldn't have worked out better if they'd been planned.
The vulnerable moment for each; the encouragement from the others.
Tweetspeak Poetry's invention of the Mischief Cafe, without which this would not have happened.
Going to bed with a cleared table, washed dishes and lingering presence.
What poetry came into your day?
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