April 29, 2025

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday, Dear Annie,
Happy Birthday to you.

The horses are back in the field.  It was a perfect day.


photo by Skyler



Skyler and I went to GCC for the launching of Plum.  Maria Williams was the feature reader.  She's so good, knocks me over.  Can't wait to get to know her poetry even better.     

I read my poem, too.  Seemed an appropriate piece to read within those four walls.


A nap and a ride to the rookery followed lunch.  It was 79 at the rookery at 4 and perfect, I'm telling you, the weather was perfect.   I wrote a little.  I wrote 10 single sentences that I may or not use in something.  But I just wanted to create 10 stand alone sentences. 


and then a group of us went to the Poet Seat Contest Gala reading.  2 LAVA folks were finalists: Skyler and Jo.   They read wonderfully and their pieces were superb.  I thought better than the winner, but what do I know.  
 

Afterwards we went back to Jo's and debriefed and got to pat each other on the back.  I am so happy for my writing community..  I wish I had asked them for permission to post their pieces, but telling you they were good will have to do for tonight.   Tomorrow is another full day of poetry.

Also some day I really am going to have all my friends who were born on April 29th to dinner at once.  I find it so fascinating that they all are strong characters.  Maybe it's a play.   



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