National Poetry Month: April 3

Hello friends! Today is a special day:

Happy Birthday, David Carter! May all your wishes come true.

Today, and in celebration of dear friends, and the joy of what true friends bring into our lives, I want to share my one and only trip to Calistoga, California. We did a road trip from my room-mate from college, Gregory and his then-wife, Kimberly’s house in Pleasant Hill. We listened to all of the best tunes of the day, like Salt-n-Pepa’s “What a Man,” as we tore up the 680, speeding north through small towns of Contra Costa County. And, as we were often prone to do, the sounds of these towns (remember, we are all New Yorkers) sounded, well, rather like characters in a play. And so, Andrea “became” Benecia Martinez (a combination of two towns), David “transformed into” Marina Vista, and I was decidedly the child, Chilpanchango. Of course, the characters morphed as we improvised our new relationships, and Benecia became Chilpanchango’s mother (?), while Marina Vista became the “bitchy aunt.”

Are you already seeing how difficult this is to follow? And you thought only I was crazy! Well, if you want, you can read a version of a story I wrote about us all called “The Frog.” Hopefully you will enjoy it! I love and miss you, Andrea and David!

Today, for National Poetry Month, I am going to read Rigoberto Gonzalez’s “The Strangers Who Find Me in the Woods.” (Perhaps this is why those latino towns in California came to mind?) Enjoy!

▶ Robert Vaughan reads “The Stranger Who Finds Me in the Woods” by Rigoberto Gonzalez – YouTube

Do you like getting lost in the woods? What did you find last time? Was Hansel or Gretl with you? Did you come across a wicked witch?



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