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18:15:16 From Diana Elser (she/her) : seeds from red clay reimagine the past –
18:16:26 From Shawna Swetech : so many great images…. winter sprouts are an underground windmill
18:16:40 From Adelia : to be a god, arbitrary but lonely…
18:16:53 From Diana Elser (she/her) : when dry bones get up walking all natural –
18:17:39 From Diana Elser (she/her) : the resignations of winter
18:18:22 From Diana Elser (she/her) : of a dream-clipped boy and his nature
18:19:18 From Ruth Marcus : Thank you, Robert.
18:19:19 From Shawna Swetech : beautiful
18:19:19 From Diana Elser (she/her) : lowered his hands in the snow
18:22:30 From Linda Crosfield : Good to hear you read again, Robert. Thank you.
18:23:38 From Adelia : the geography of hope
18:24:37 From Diana Elser (she/her) : where sorrow does not hider her dress from me, or her story
18:25:17 From Diana Elser (she/her) : you suck it up you order new paper you start over
18:25:45 From Adelia : they clear an uncanny path to the things that are most important to you
18:25:53 From Diana Elser (she/her) : a really good mistake should be….something involving new territory
18:26:29 From Diana Elser (she/her) : a partial treasure map, a symptom
18:26:32 From Carl J : A reilquary of creativity
18:26:47 From Robert Lashley : the fear of the mistake is akin to the fear of the ending of life….a keen drive to make something beautiful, even as beauty recedes…
18:26:54 From Robert Lashley : just wonderful lines.
18:27:37 From Diana Elser (she/her) : blurted out things that weren’t helpful
18:28:28 From Diana Elser (she/her) : bringing the dead treasures to make their eyes light up
18:28:35 From Robert Lashley : dear god what a poem
18:28:38 From Robert Lashley : what a poem
18:28:53 From Carl J : Awesome poem
18:28:53 From Adelia : you will speak to birds
18:29:09 From Shawna Swetech : smiles on the faces of those who have lost flesh …… what a beautiful poem!!!!
18:29:52 From Ingrid Bruck : Pet the cat/speak to birds
18:30:11 From Diana Elser (she/her) : by the fig and by the olive
18:30:23 From Ann Spiers : “Typeset the book”….that is an act of prayer and hope
18:30:51 From Adelia : lit from inside the throat of the coyote
18:30:59 From Diana Elser (she/her) : in the water we take so carelessly into our throats
18:31:06 From Carl J : Thee arms of the mountain
18:31:20 From Robert Lashley : The trail that brings you up the mountain will bring you down again….
18:31:36 From Matt Trease : the guts of prehistoric lovers
18:32:14 From Adelia : litter the road
18:32:28 From Shawna Swetech : tattered twin continents…. and so so many more. Stupendous!!
18:33:24 From Diana Elser (she/her) : bestowing and removing fragmentary bits (?) of consciousness
18:33:53 From Diana Elser (she/her) : a perfect mimicry of home
18:33:57 From Adelia : mountains shift their hips from one side to the other
18:34:44 From Diana Elser (she/her) : this is the domain of Queen Califia
18:34:50 From Shawna Swetech : diva bending over in her moist skirt, fault line showing.
18:35:35 From Shawna Swetech : rush hour traffic of the forgotten
18:36:06 From Diana Elser (she/her) : the buckling of the day under its load of blossoms
18:36:32 From Ruth Marcus : Beautiful beautiful California painted in your words, wrapped in the arms of love… the arms of life. Thank you.
18:36:36 From Shawna Swetech : OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
18:36:39 From Ann Spiers : What a rich life that brought to this poem….Cascadia to two continents….mythic and ordinary
18:36:42 From Jason Wirth : awesome Tea, thank you so much
18:36:43 From Adelia : Neruda-esque in breadth and depth
18:36:56 From Adelia : So lovely!!
18:37:27 From Robert Lashley : wow. wow. such beautiful beautiful poems
18:38:07 From Linda Crosfield : That was beautiful, Theresa.
18:38:43 From Ingrid Bruck : So passionate, Teresa. Thank you!
18:39:13 From Diana Elser (she/her) : Here’s to OLD!
18:42:31 From Diana Elser (she/her) : I see things from where I am
18:43:37 From Diana Elser (she/her) : out there is only meaningful in its correspondence to in here
18:44:10 From Diana Elser (she/her) : all of it out there is measured from in here
18:46:58 From Diana Elser (she/her) : just call the wetland back
18:47:21 From Paul E Nelson he/him/hermano : Using water this way is violent
18:47:22 From Adelia : using water this way is violent
18:48:30 From Diana Elser (she/her) : will the riparian ever be repaired
18:49:31 From Paul E Nelson he/him/hermano : Alki!
18:49:46 From Diana Elser (she/her) : soon we will talk again, by and by
18:50:17 From Adelia : eventually I will know this elastic forest
18:50:18 From Shawna Swetech : time not yet verbed….
18:50:22 From Diana Elser (she/her) : before noon I was younger
18:51:17 From Adelia : the theory of rain bends. my bardo is post mortem
18:51:25 From Shawna Swetech : my bardo is post-mortem, post-modern
18:51:27 From Robert Lashley : You use the cadences of the old testament so un-ostentaciously and effectively
18:52:58 From Robert Lashley : it creates a delicious contrast and tension in your nature poems. Saying something without SAYING it. I dig it
18:53:15 From Diana Elser (she/her) : in this between place we can all witness –
18:54:41 From Diana Elser (she/her) : the bridge between –
18:56:59 From Ruth Marcus : Thank you, Fred, for sharing your life “on the river”… “mud lake” … Dreams drowned … when will we ever learn… by and by … Thank you Fred.
18:57:07 From Ann Graham Walker To Paul E Nelson he/him/hermano(privately) : So memory is proprioceptive…..
18:57:25 From Ann Spiers : until the rice is overdone…..my rice in soup has just been described poetically. Thank you.
18:57:53 From Adelia : Thank you so much Fred. wonderful!
18:58:01 From Jason Wirth : beautiful, Fred, beautiful
18:59:32 From Larry Laurence : Thank you everyone! Good work! Unfortunately, I need to leave now. Thank you, Paul, for organizing this!
19:00:00 From Ann Spiers : Spell that for us.
19:00:13 From Linda Crosfield : proprioception
19:01:23 From Jason Wirth To Paul E Nelson he/him/hermano(privately) : Brother Paul—brilliant readings! I have to run b/c I have my next meeting. A million billion thanks! Cascadia arising!
19:02:10 From Ruth Marcus : Thank you Paul for all you contribute to poetry and poets. Your generosity of spirit is beautiful.
19:02:31 From Paul E Nelson he/him/hermano To Ruth Marcus(privately) : Bless you Ruth!
19:16:38 From Adelia : this has been so moving and remarkable.
Happy Tiger Year! Here is a writing exercise/ritual I gave to workshop participants: