Am in the middle of a wild month of travels and events–Bellingham, Edmonds, Royal City, Chelan, Seattle, Newport, and so many places and people and poems. For example, last week, I had the honor of being part of a tribute to Jack Prelutsky at Poetry Camp! in Bellingham and the great pleasure of working with writers at the Write on the Sound Conference. So much word energy! So many generous and brilliant people welcoming me and engaging my outreach efforts. Here are a few photos–
Honoring Jack Prelutsky’s decades of magical work was a distinguished honor that I will never forget–
And Nikki Grimes was there! And so many other poets and writers and friends.
Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain’d!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?