I have set an intention to begin this project anew in February, and until then am giving myself permission to be spotty in my work while I prepare for another big piece of work: Raqs Luminaire.
I can't wait to get a little more focus, and will look at this short break as an incubation period...seeds do have to lie quietly in wait until conditions are favorable for growth, yes?
I leave you with this poem I wrote a few years ago, which was published in The Line, the college literary magazine that I named and was briefly president of (until work overwhelmed me). A little flashback, if you will.
Pregnant in a Stiff Jacket
A voracious hunger consumes me:
An ocular aversion brings
A branch heavy with fruit into view.
Caught in a perpetual contraction
The protective grip
Shields
A pinkish bounty within.
A hiss;
Wet whisper.
The flow of sweet juices
Splash wobbly feet below
The gently marred globe.
Laborious unfolding
Draw back
Layer upon layer—
Such work!
Until the object of my adoration
Is revealed
With endless delight.
*2009
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