so i emailed him. and he emailed back. very very polite. i now know his last name. so i googled him. you know. i can’t resist. name is all over the place for social just–ce issues and teaching, etc. etc.

so not only is he a poet, but cares, apparently deeply, about issues that i also care deeply about.

how did he manage to pick me out from the crowd? and he’s extremely humble too. but maybe that is the origin of the extreme sense of calm he exudes. it’s something i was drawn to almost immediately with him. i feel good in his presence (ha ha, i misspelled good two times as the word ‘god’).

anyway. he sent me the info on the writing group.

i have this sinking feeling they meet on the day of one of my classes that would fucking suck.

can i just quit mid-semester? is that ever possible? because i really feel like i’m being abused verbally. and it’s something i learned a long time ago, not to tolerate under any circumstances, for any reason.

we shall see…