7 August 2009

Noah is almost a month old. It’s been an emotional month, a tough month, but an amazing month. Giving life, birthing him into this world — there is nothing greater. The monstrosity of this responsibility and the sadness for a former life. Too exhausted to even want to drink wine.
 Where life goes from here…I think of my poetry & how it doesn’t exist right now & how it’s looking life my book won’t get published this round + I haven’t published a poem in almost 2 yrs. When to find the time to work on all of this. Noah my new priority & poem, my great poem. I have a son — & that is crazy. Sometimes it still seems so, so surreal.



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