Once again, we shared a beautiful evening with friends and family. Tonight’s short stories and poem readings at ๐ช๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ’๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฒ in Winter’s CA felt like a small constellation of artโtiny galaxies of emotion blooming gently in the air. Each piece shimmered in its own way, and the dramatic stage scene made the whole room breathe, lean forward, and laugh together as if we were all part of the same radiant moment. It’s been a long time since I laughed with such ease and joy. Something was healing about itโthe way laughter loosened the evening from my shoulders, the way the room felt warm, alive, and wonderfully human. Nights like this remind me how much I value these shared spaces, the quiet bonds we form in the margins between stories, and the comfort of being surrounded by people who appreciate art, emotion, and community as profoundly as I do.
I read two poems, “๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฒ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป” and “๐ ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ’๐ ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐-๐ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ด.”
