Use EVerything!: Recent Episodes
Kay Frances Scott
What happens at the edge of the Mayan jungle takes my attention: an old hotel on the outskirts of Valladolid, a ceiling fan, a blue parrot, an elderly indian woman equal a story.
Went for a run at the town cemetery, ran into more than I bargained for, in the form of memories.
I get an email from a former student that contains an email from Sam Hamill of Copper Canyon Press urging anti-war poems be written and sent.
The coattree had doorknobs on it. A woman giggles. Where do feelings go when we're through with them? You tell me. I have a couple of thoughts.
A bus ride to the bank in all its variety. A slide of pizza, an arrest, a walk in the park after a capuccino. All in a day's life. Upper West Side of Manhattan.
Ran into a childhood friend. The encounter brought back many memories as we attended our party's county political convention.
My life in New York, Boston, other places, some roles I've played, some scripts and poems I've writte. Check me out.
I'm on the no. 5 bus, rumbling up Riverside Drive, coming home after an argument with a very dear friend; I respond to everything and everyone I see around me, annoyed by a Raspberry seed stuck between my teeth.
I ride the bus, any one of several routes, to work, describing the journey as the bus rumbles its way to midtown.
At 81st and Broadway, the traffic light suddenly changed from a bulb, to words, actual words. By the Shakespeare & Co. bookstore. I saw it all. Listen up.
My good friend describes the party she attended on New Year's Eve in my neighborhood, and the man she met. Swell gig.
I tried to slide from a low chair to my bed, slid to the floor. I spent the entire night trying to get into the bed, sleeping, trying again. What a complete mess I made of things. But by morning, I was equipped with a way forward, no matter what happened. Wait'll ya hear.