Aerosolpoetic

Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to this semester’s final reading. I would rather have been at home sleeping or writing essays for the rest of my MFA applications or anywhere breathing in cool air unrestricted by four walls of classroom in barrows hall, a hot classroom might I add, with swivel chairs, yes, swivel chairs.

I figured I would get over the reluctance once set up began and folks started populating the room but the reluctance remained even then.I thought the night would drag on for all eternity with me dreading every second, until a woman with curly hair wearing a black and green plaid jacket walked up and stood uncomfortably close to me, her face almost right against my cheek. I turned and looked and to my astonishment there stood Solmaz, in the flesh. She completely turned my attidute around with her presence and warm, firm hugs.

But the excitement didn’t stop there. One by one STP alums walked into the room and suddenly the event turned into a family reunion for me. It is always a blessing to be in the presence of such amazing poets and people but something about last night was extra special. It is by far my favorite reading, I only wish I had the chance to spend more time with them.