Tuesday, August 2, 2022 - 09:45
When the Water Came
Before the water, we had a bedazzled Techno Contra Dance. At Open Mic I read “The Old Bear.” We had a lively Trivia challenge. I had my critique in the workshop. I ate tomato pie, washed dishes, and snapped beans on the porch. We were bound together, creative, and learning. We were Hindman.
During the water, I sat next to the petite poet who exuded such peace that the therapy dog sought her comfort. In the glare of the emergency…