This was last weekend, all Winter beachness, crisp, clear light, air cold enough for us to wear sweaters we haven’t seen in over a year, sweaters with jeans and sweats and bare feet as we ran on glassy beach, Anacapa, Santa Cruz and Santa Rosa islands clearly visible and doing their magic trick of seeming 20 feet away instead of 20 or so miles and once, as my eyes skimmed the horizon, I’m pretty sure I received San Miguel’s tiny image, but I couldn’t find it again. Dolphins made an appearance, kids wore themselves out runnning in an icy yet intoxicating ocean breeze as the tide, once again, became minus, exposing the ocean’s rough fingers and backbones and multi-colored baubles, her countless jewels. As I watched my family gallop and explore, I thought: this is what it means to benefit from the world, to be brought instantly awake in it, to know you are subject and mirror and student and guest and 100% home. And then I thought: there’s no poem in this? Really, PB? And so tonight I get busy.
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PB ReadsSecond Sunday Poetry SeriesJune 9th, 2013PB reads as part of the Second Sunday Poetry Series hosted by Alex M. Frankel. http://www.secondsundaypoetry.com.The Studio Theatre at St. Denis Building, 3433 Cahuenga Blvd West, Los Angeles. Hitting the Pit Fire afterwards. Patio. Good beer. Be there.
PB ReadsRhapsodomancy Reading Series, Good Luck Bar, Los Feliz, CA 7:30pm, At which I will read, see Blogroll Rhapsodomancy link below. Excitement reigns!February 3rd, 2013PB and several other readers take part in Los Angeles' top rated reading series. See you there!
PB Rides!UPDATE: 3 rotations of unicycle pedals on PB's Birthday does not count as riding the unicycle by her birthday. She will now RIDE the unicycle by June 1st, 2013--just in time for summer.June 1st, 2013
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