I went to a small town in Ohio last night.
Shared some poems.
A woman tackled, straddled, and began trying to hump me…
during my poetry set.
After freeing myself, surprised, I complemented this town’s exuberant expression of gratitude and smiling proceeded as best I could to continue the rest of the show.
Guess these people like poetry—hungry for more of it.
In the morning, I fed chickens, goats, and pigs. They were hungry. There were maybe thirty hens and one rooster. The hens were not very nice to one another. It was great going into a corn field to feed them. Seems the chickens keep the weeds and climbers off the corn stalks and their poop and pee fertilizes the soil. Great system. Similarly, the goats (each with horns) were head butting one another, competing for the food. There was plenty enough. Ornery.
I went to a small town in Indiana this weekend. A young woman immediately approached me, complementing my hair.
I suppose they don’t get to see as much diversity in fashion—hungry for it—at least dreadlocks.
I went to a concert festival in rural Illinois last week. A number of new friends and acquaintances advocated for me, opening opportunities for me to share. I felt honored—hungry for this advocacy.
I went to a barbeque restaurant in suburban Nebraska two weeks ago.
My brother devoured cinnamon butter sweet rolls and chicken—hungry, just plain hungry.
What do you hunger for today?