And the award goes to...

"Exam Week" for being the worst week of my semester! Congratulations...you have very good timing.

So, within the next hour I and my peers will be sharing with one another the inner workings of our poetry matters project. At this point all I have is this blog and a facebook status survey. I was supposed to go to a prision in Spartanburg, South Carolina this past Monday and recite poetry, something I've done before and really enjoy doing. But I have not heard my real voice since Sunday afternoon. I have only read in the coffeeshop once or twice this semester, which is less than ususal.

So here is the zinger of my presentation, if I don't get my voice back in the next hour, I may have to present this via interpretive movement because I can't even take the less than desirable amount of poetry sharing and spice it up with my skills of language. bleagh!

I have been silenced. What's a girl to do?

I tried to bring the world a little bit of poetry, but maybe what these circumstances did was bring poetry closer to me. Because right now, all I want to do in my silence is write....which means ofcourse I finally get super inspired the busiest and last week of school.

I miss my voice. I miss general health. I miss rest. I need this week to be over. I need my mother. I NEED POETRY.


muchlove,
Nikki Raye