@ Argo Tea

Here I am: fingers poised over keyboard, waiting, waiting.  Police cars, motorcycles, buses, cars, people whizz by the corner of Armitage and Sheffield.  I write.  Yesterday I saw and heard Renny Golden read from her new poetry collection Blood Dessert.  Her poems recover the lost histories of New Mexico.  There were slides too.  Photos of cacti in bloom, painted mountains, big big blue sky.  I think I'd like to live near the dessert one of these days.  It's like living near the ocean.  Wide, open, infinite and blue.  I like open spaces.  They offer the promise of things to come.  They are optimistic.  Full of hope.