She Said Tell Stories Manuscript...Trinida

Compiling the manuscript. Tedious in many ways: fonts, ordering, printing, scanning. The poems are written. Have too many poems already so no need to write more. Just compile and send out. Looking for a new agent, a publisher...tedious.

The writing part is the exciting part, the performing, the attentive crowds, the response. The creating part is the important part, everything else feels like post-production, after-party cleanup.

But it must be done.






Here is another poem from the manuscript:

Trinidad

I didn't think I

Could get you out

Of my head

Your persistent heat

Your red dust breezes

The prayers we swallowed

The songs we sang

Are dancing thorough

My head still

I didn't think I could

Come back and live

This life

Without spirits

Without visions

Without all night sojourns

But you let me leave
Like you let me come

Easy

And I'm here plotting

Ways to return to you