There is a distinct before I published in The Rumpus http://therumpus.net/2015/07/songs-of-our-lives-looks-like-rain-by-the-grateful-dead/ and a distinct after. What a wonderful little creative world changer! Since it’s publication last week I’ve received so many emails, notes, messages on my various sites about how important the story was to the readers. I have received so many personal stories about others experiences as a Deadhead and I have also received just simple, powerful – “I love you”s – it’s overwhelming and beautiful and I can’t thank everyone enough for the support & sharing.
What a short strange trip its been 🙂
I should have just told you the truth.
I’m not married.
You’re just creepy and obnoxious and I’m never going to be interested in you.
Publishing two days in row calls for a post. I know, I know, I’m terrible at keeping up. But I’m busy writing other things – and submitting – and getting through grad school – and raising an 8 year old – and trying to not sleep as much as possible – and add a few hundred more things.
Just popping in to say so excited for the last day and spread the love for the two wonderful places I have been accepted in!
Here. This is my soul. Every thing I was in lines and pauses. Everything I am in quiet whispers and guarded truths. Wait to see if it’s all rejected.
obsessed with obituaries lately ~ so much living in dying.
Cool black night thru redwoods
cars parked outside in shade
behind the gate, stars dim above
the ravine, a fire burning by the side
porch and a few tired souls hunched over
in black leather jackets. In the huge
wooden house, a yellow chandelier
at 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers
hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles
Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths
dancing to the vibration thru the floor,
a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet
tights, one muscular smooth skinned man
sweating dancing for hours, beer cans
bent littering the yard, a hanged man
sculpture dangling from a high creek branch,
children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.
And 4 police cars parked outside the painted
gate, red lights revolving in the leaves.