Queen of a Rainy Country
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me, my poetry, the life of it all
Labels: book review, Linda Pastan
Last year this time, I was finding my footing here in Montpelier, looking for work and figuring out my future trajectory. I've been occupied as a barista, office assistant and artist model. I'm still getting used to this full-time working schedule. Outside of that and making friends, I haven't been as prolific in producing poetry as in years past.
Since I was uprooted early last year, I didn't get around to writing my annual letter last year. For that, I heartily apologize.
This past year, I've conducted two after school poetry workshops at Brattleboro Area Middle School for the BEAMS enrichment program, which resulted in some wonderful collaborative poetry. I am so glad to have met these young writers and sincerely hope they continue on with their craft. I've also blogged occasionally, which you can read by going to my website: www.phayvanh.com. The site, surprisingly, still receives quite a bit of traffic each month. I've also got poems in the April issue of Bakka Magazine
This summer I look forward to writing again with friends on a couple occasions, including at Soul Mountain, a poetry retreat in CT hosted by the poet Marilyn Nelson. It has been a while since I've participated in a writing community, and I miss it so much. I'm really looking forward to this one particularly.
Many of you noticed I've been away from the stage. Please note I'm working on a new show. I'll keep you posted.
All the while I think of you and am grateful for your continued support for my endeavors. Thank you so much for you kind words and thoughts, your suggestions and connections. My heart is swollen from
all the love I've received thus far.
Until I see you again, do stop by the Tea Lounge in Brattleboro to pick up the current Quarter Poems (or I can send them, if you're away). Keep in touch as always. Here's one dedicated to that frilled shark they found off the coast of Japan last year.
Eulogy
for the bone cold dark
for the silent slick of millennia
across your unseen skin
for the needle sharp dark
for the unheard piercings
of your hundred teeth
for the cradle comb
for the throwing net
the hands of man finally descend
for the dwindling dark
for the tired triple lids
now seeing first light
~ Phayvanh Luekhamhan
* PO Box 1224, Montpelier, VT 05601 * www.phayvanh.com
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