My cousin encountered this amazing human in “New Orleans – French Quarter Royal St June 24” (per camera location notes) and sent me a text joking, “Shawna, I found you a husband.” The best part of this being that she might be the only one in our family who’d encounter someone like this and immediately think of me or identify what would seem like my “kind.” Strangely, while easily befriending artists and photographers, I rarely seem to attract other writers.
How brave is this guy. And not because… is that an ice chest full of beer in the street?
Je me demande s’il parle français.
“tell me what you want.” I want to see more people in the world like you. I want to know more people like you. I want more people in this culture to appreciate and admire and respect people like you.
I want to see more poets out of the closet, taking poetry beyond the university, in the street or anywhere interacting with the wider world.