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So this last week or so has been filled with poets left and right for me. NACA was a week ago in ST. Louis, which meant a lot of my poetry friends were to be in the area. SO It was nice to meet people I haven’t met but talk to and admire and people who I just hadn’t seen in ages. Queen Sheba from VA came through and spent a few days. Got to see my girls for the first time in like four years. I officially have ‘the biggest knockers she ever saw’. I need to get a ribbon for my dressing mirror to that effect.

I also got to finally meet and talk to in person Bassey Ikpi. Who so very soundly FCUKING ROCKS. We’ve been eFriends for close to two years. So it was really nice to finally get to sit down across from her and talk to her. I only got to spend a few hours with her – then I took her to the airport for her flight out. Meeting her was one of those days when hours feel like minutes.
Queen Sheba came in from ATL, I am working on learning how to edit the video I took of her reading, maybe I’ll get it up. It was nice to see her again, it had been years. WE got little time to talk but it was still nice to see her..Marc Marcel came through immediately

*this is a bit of a long post.. So long, in fact, I had to trim it into two and this one is still long.. warning you now..

I remember when I found out I was pregnant with Cammy. Jerry and I wern’t trying for a baby, but we wern’t disapointed when we found out she was coming. We knew that statistically given our track record a baby was gonna happen sooner or later and while later would have given us more time to play, sooner has its perks too. 

I was genuinely happy about my pregnancy. I read every parenting book I could get my hands on, I TIVO’d every

I tried to post a few times yesterday and that just DIDN’T work – hence the title of this post. I’ve reposted – enjoy..

I sent for him on a Thursday.After weeks of back and forth, I finally got up the nerve and fill out the form and entered the charge number and hit submit all at the same time. 

“On a scale of one to ten,” he’d said, “I’m looking for a Q.”

It ate at me for those two weeks. Was that a typo? He couldn’t possibly have meant that literally.

But I couldn’t let it go. Me, the serial dating bohemian poet, was gonna meet somebody on the internet? No. Nobody meets someone, their somebody, on the internet.

“I’m looking for a Q.” 

I put the thought away countless times. But it kept coming back, so I did too. I coughed up the

Ah this week.It has been good on so many levels, despite this blue haze I seem stuck in. I am beginning to think I got a little baby blues going on, it’s the only reason I can think of that I can’t shake this mild funk I’m in.

However life does not stop cause I’m in a funky mood.

Jerry started his new job this week. (Whoo!!Whoo!!) He was seriously like a kid