Well, well, well. Here we are, ya'll. THE LAST DAY OF APRIL.
I sent in this final poem of 30/30 around 10 this morning and I gotta say, it felt weird knowing it would be the last one. It will likely feel a lot weirder tomorrow.
It's been a month of ups and downs. There were times, writing poems at 4 am or midnight or during my lunch break or on the bus, when I asked myself:
And felt like:
Though, those were tempered by times when I would feel like this, proud of taking part in this, proud of sticking to doing something for an entire month:
And sometimes, I'd write and send in "poems" that made me ask:
And again, that feeling would be tempered, mostly because people have been so generous with donating to Tupelo Press in my name and taking the time not only to read along, but also to send prompts and emails of encouragement and support and "like" blog posts/poems on facebook, all of which always made me feel like:
So, at the end here, some special shoutouts:
- To my dear friend, Arlo, fellow UO & 30/30 alumni, for convincing me this would be a good idea.
- To my roommate, Lindsey, for putting up with my ongoing GAH I HAVE TO GO WRITE MY POEM FOR TODAY throughout all of April.
- To my fellow 30/30 poets--WE DID IT!
- To Kirsten Miles and Marie Gauthier at Tupelo Press for their answering of all questions and posting of all poems.
- And to you, dear reader(s) and supporters! The knowledge that someones, somewheres were reading kept me writing. Thank you for keeping warm the cockles of my cold heart.
In sum, it's been a terrific experience. Thanks for following along with the blog, following along with the poems, and supporting Tupelo Press in my name. Postcards are forthcoming! I'll likely blog from time to time, but for now: