A confession: I’ve been a lazy, distracted writer. I had plans to work on my nonfiction prose manuscript this summer, but it’s painful and annoying to think about, so I haven’t. I also have a poetry erasure project, but it’s just sitting there.
Instead, I’ve been traveling all over Kyrgyzstan, meeting incredible people and musicians–Tengri, experimental, ethnic folk/rock artist gulzada, Siberian (Yakutia and Shorian) singers and khomus players. In other words, thoroughly entrenched in play mode.
On the “work” side, I’ve been reading novels and building curriculum for the upcoming school year, determining ways to market products for Matumaini Centre which helps Tanzanians reintegrate into society through sustainable living, signing up to help Gender Equality Health Organization (GEHO-Uganda) to help advocate against the “Kill the Gays” Bill and support LGBT individuals in East Africa.
This week, I’m starting online courses on teaching and webwriting, and continuing not giving a damn about my craft.
In the meantime, some poems got accepted from my first and second manuscripts:
claims at the edge:
“in denial” (T/OUR, 2013)
“bathroom scribble at blackthorn pizza” (T/OUR, 2013)
“for when we don’t know” (T/OUR, 2013)
“anatomy of an end” (T/OUR, 2013)
“any creature that cannot rid of want or song, perhaps” (Sukoon, 2013)
“more inequity than the world itself or its counterparts” (Sukoon, 2013)
“guarantee a bruise or the evening sky of every color” (Sukoon, 2013)
“when desiring to be free so we don’t have to be dangerous” (The Nervous Breakdown, 2013)
It’s been a lovely vacation so far–I’ll be heading to Istanbul again in a week, then returning to Tanzania to begin another beautiful year. But I need to create soon–just posting it as a reminder to myself.
Bishkek, Tokmok, Chuy Province, Jalal-Abad, Sary-Chelek Reserve, Yurts, Tian Shan Mountain Range