Ominous

We are as ants before the forces of nature. More hail and wind and lightning today.

Three things to note:

—a warm reconnection with a poet I haven’t heard from since 1981. She sent me some of her work: moved me to tears.

—moving furniture, I spotted three books of poetry I didn’t recognize. In the third, a handmade card: “For Kendall, with love, Sue. Happy birthday.” My birthday in 2021 was eight days after Palesa died. These three books, I receive them now.

—a message late in the day from someone who said they needed me on social media, as Jo Ann was being vilified. I found the language horrific, irrational, vile. Blatant racism. I hopped onto the thread speaking truth without slurs or name-calling. The thread was shut down by the person who started it, but my brain feels filthy from the slime of so much hatred.