Good Women

Thanks, ladies.

I was thinking the other day about the ones that really formed my foundation of creative and honest expression. Women I kept returning to when I was convinced I was moving closer and closer to the edge of the various social circles I floated withing. Why was I so afraid, at that time, to let my friends know about the music and books I was spending my nights with?

I could amuse myself for hours wondering how my life might be different had I never come across the "soulwork," as Sekou called it, of these women, which led me to the work of many, many other women, which ultimately brought me to my own work, which began as a series of three poems, which grew into my college senior thesis. It's still undone (this work is never really done). Summer's nearing and it's bringing an enthusiasm and compulsion to write that I haven't felt in a long, long time.