…that the poet gave me to read, were about palestine. i found that interesting. we’ve never discussed my political views or anything political at all, or war or specifically the middle east. however, one of the two poems i shared with him, was about online crush lecturing (well, there’s a reference to it throughout the poem, but the poem is not about that in total). i made one reference to an olive tree and rusted keys, and that must have been enough for him to know. which impressed me. most people, unless they are paying attention, wouldn’t get that reference.

he’s not arab, btw, but his first name, is actually the last part of online crush’s last name. sort of annoying. it’s not an uncommon name however. he’s actually a black man. i’d say he’s in his mid-fifties. he was looking older, but i noticed this week, that his hair was cut and his beard/goatee was also cut. getting rid of much of the gray around his face. so he looked younger. he’s very very tall, maybe 6′5″ or even a bit taller? or maybe he just feels really tall to me, because he has the most elegant, perfect posture, of anyone i know. the way he moves is incredibly graceful. he exudes a sense of calmness and peace,  which i of course, have been drawn to, seeing as i’ve had little of that in the last little while.

anyway. i don’t know why i’m rambling on about him. i should stop. i guess it’s the first time in a very long time, i feel like i’ve possibly made a new writer friend. someone who isn’t snobby and overly-academic and someone who acts on the things he believes in.

it makes me happy. i feel a tiny bit of hope again. just a tiny bit…