It is Moon Festival Day several Chinese friends tell me. The Jewish High Holy Days have come and gone. The toxic president continues to spew is bile. The weather is stunningly beautiful. Yes, it is Autumn in New York. Soon everyone will show photos of their walks with brightly colored trees. Or they will show photos of fleeing fires. Or putting on snow tires. Oh oh oh the weather in America, in the Northern Hemispheres is now framed, flooded, and flamed by climate change.
As a poet I do what I can to find as many ways as possible to not feel so isolated, anxious, depressed as the weather demands pure love. On September 11, 2001 the weather was sparkling. I do not trust sparkling weather anymore. But it is beautiful.
As a poet, I am organizes workshops, writing post cards to get out the vote, organizing fundraisers for Democrats and curating programs. Here’s one that helped me with my anxiety depression and isolation. I thank The Brooklyn Rail for the opportunity to curate and present these amazing poets. oh and VOTE