Mostly I like people who love what they do, even in the face of all of the challenges. Folks big enough to throw themselves into projects even bigger than they. I love the delicious energy sticky in the air after artists leave a room. Talking about all those stories and poems. Paintings and dances. All the stuff and the ways we stretch ourselves. Tire our bodies and minds and purses. Rest, if we do, then ready again for the next.
Black ass poems. Black ass stories. Black ass art. Black ass life. Black ass love. Black ass hate. Black ass parenting. Black ass depression. Black ass mania. And other stuff too.
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