Luckily I was able to get out in time for the soup and music/poetry cafe thing that my dad helped to start in our church. There was music. There was also poetry. Some from a lady who became popular from a blog of her own, known as the Poet Mom. Some poems were recited, not really read, by the poet loriat of Rhode Island (I'm not sure if I spelled loriat right), Lisa Star. My father was the last poet. Most of their poetry was nostalgic like a gentle summers breeze who's tail winds brush your hair around. My father's poetry made me think more of some type of nonfiction story telling, but I did like it. I like to think that he stood his own ground well with the two published poets, one of which is a significant figure of Rhode Island (at least in my eyes) (Although I did think some of his poems were a bit lengthy, but still good). I so badly want to pass out right now just so I can wake up early again and start another day of work that will also leave me exhausted. If you want to talk or communicate in any way let me know.
Much love,
Nathan
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