It was great to reunite with the EV Fellows yesterday to read at the West Hollywood Book Fair, and all of us were present this time. Mehnaz writes about the need to be flexible as a writer when reading in her blog, here. Especially when there are motorcycles going by, babies crying, people talking on their cellphones, etc. I think fairs and festivals like this one are good places for folks to physically peruse and explore different genres in writing through the panels, workshops offered. Although I’m typically inclined to poetry and fiction, it was cool to see communities of mystery writers and readers. However, I do understand feeling overwhelmed at fairs like this when trying to attend readings and visiting all the booths. It’s hard to choose!
after Dorianne Laux, “What’s Broken”
My mother’s scratched statue of Jesus, hands heavy with air.
Not a bone in this body. This heart tipped over after the blast
down the throat. Prince Don Juan’s gravestone that reads:
“Died of heartbreak,” crumbled beneath the jasmine.
Cracked shells against my ankles in the rocky Mediterranean.
What isn’t: a postcard with a stamp of a Spanish queen,
your name and address neatly printed, the gloss
from the Real Alcazar dull from hands passing it over
with inspection. When I imagine you
reading this, I begin to —