Teachers

Ugh.  I have to write new stuff.  The conference co-chairs gave us the date of the panel reading.  It’s called Pilipino Kahit Saan, Kahit Kaila.   Which roughly  means you’re Filipino wherever you are no matter what.

I found  my former teacher Kurt on the web the other day.  I need a pep talk from him…wish I could find him.  K suggested I write ‘for’ Kurt to make up for not being able to talk to him.  I think what helps is writing for Ruth.

Robin was going through Ruth’s writings and he said my poems were mixed in with hers.  He’s going to send them to me in case I want to use some in April.  He said there was one about Long Island that was quite good. I’d written it on the LIRR.  The last line was something like ‘it doesn’t get worse than this’.  I started laughing when Robin brought it up because when Ruth read it she said ‘oh it does’.

I miss her

I miss her

I miss her