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Bigfoot was fantastic. I can't believe that Ouroborus poem was a sacrificial poem. You can't drop a poem like that as calibration--freaking messes up the judging!

Probably says something about how I feel here that my favorite event in Portland poetry is when there's more non-Portlanders involved. Whoops.

An author who makes me feel seen. I appreciate the idea of that. Becky Chambers might be a cheat answer, more of a making-room-for-everyone, and so by default there's room for me. The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet is such a refreshing read. It's SF that's delightful. There's a comfort with ...technically with "the alien" since it's SF, but as Le Guin has pointed out: SF is always about here & now; the future is a metaphor.

What's funny is that I've been playing with this idea in an Ars Poetica I've been tinkering with, about how artists change the world in smaller ways rather than big ones. (Haven't managed to tighten it to slam length ...maybe I never will.) It's Prince I call on as the exemplar, how one line in the song 7 made me feel instantly less alone.

Finally, hmm, I feel like answering "the kinds of secrets I keep..." very quickly slides into "my toxic trait is..." territory.

Emotional, observational, personal--but I don't *mean* to keep them as secrets. Like Bruh Abel you mention above, I'm not lying about anything. I'm not even sure how I got the habit, but I do keep them... in case I need them. You know, for the moment someone comes at you with too much heat, and you can stun them with the: "Oh right, this is what you do. It's a pattern." Not that I've actually done that much, or that I'd do it in a mean way. There's probably a healthier, more natural way to inform people about their bad patterns in lower stakes moments, or to share my more raw emotions about things. But I kinda don't share that stuff until I feel it's useful.

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I love this

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