Super Happy 24 Hours

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!

Happy Birthday Allen

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.

– ginsberg