there's this....

A bit of an odd week this week. I don't mean to make light of the preceding events. I just....

Workshop.

The class as a collective body. I don't mean the quality of the class, or the quality of work, or content, or anything like that.

My grandfather passed away last week.
Eric's brother passed away last Friday.
Kim's father passed away today.

We're all in the same class.

There are only 7 total poets in the class.



I found it odd. Worth noting. Not worth making light of.

It was...is...just a mathematical certainty that a common denominator can often be reached........in the most peculiar of ways.




My thoughts and concerns with the aforementioned individuals and their families.

John out.