Comments on: writing about place in Taos http://www.allochthonous.com/2009/03/06/writing-about-place-in-taos/ for readers and writers who care about place Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:44:30 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Summer Wood http://www.allochthonous.com/2009/03/06/writing-about-place-in-taos/comment-page-1/#comment-826 Summer Wood Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:49:13 +0000 http://www.allochthonous.com/?p=154#comment-826 YES. A million different ways to get there. Many thanks. YES.
A million different ways to get there.
Many thanks.

]]> By: Hasandra http://www.allochthonous.com/2009/03/06/writing-about-place-in-taos/comment-page-1/#comment-800 Hasandra Sat, 07 Mar 2009 20:20:44 +0000 http://www.allochthonous.com/?p=154#comment-800 "Place" from a poet's pen... Where was my destination? Did I arrive...? heart pounding as if lifted from lover's lust. When I look up from the heat of my pen, I know I have just traveled. Place is the journey. Place is in my mind. Place is where the soul sours and the heart dances when it arrives. I find it in jazz, or the way peanut butter and jelly dance upon my tongue like old school hip-hop I know I am here, but where was I going? Place found me and I came alive within its scream which became my compass. I arrived with scribbles and broken pencil lead, but I found you. Hasandra Heyward copyright 2009 “Place” from a poet’s pen…

Where was my destination?
Did I arrive…? heart pounding as if
lifted from lover’s lust.
When I look up from
the heat of my pen, I know
I have just traveled.
Place is the journey.
Place is in my mind.
Place is where the soul sours
and the heart dances when it arrives.
I find it in jazz,
or the way peanut butter and jelly
dance upon my tongue
like old school hip-hop
I know I am here, but where was I going?
Place found me and I came alive within its scream which became my compass.
I arrived with scribbles and broken pencil lead, but I found you.

Hasandra Heyward
copyright 2009

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