The last Horticulture class today

There are always these bouts of inferiority and envy. It is amazing, people we meet, quite accidentally. I sat next to this girl in my horticulture class. All semester, we never spoke. She has always struck me as quaint, but humorous and she has that vibe of generous souls. We happened to talk today. She writes. And boy does she write beautifully. I just went online, I read her poems. They are published by Watchword press, and they are beautiful , fluid ballet of the English language. I am more than impressed. Always, when I am confronted by sch beautiful writing, the mean, narrow, selfish part of me that makes me envious and insecure fades away. All I can do is to sit drunk in that writing.

Her name is Britta Austin and here is the page to go to if you would like a taste of beautiful language and a world so unique that only she can spin, out of her typewriter on 3 by 5 notecards and through her eyes, of a child, a poet, and a person open to the richness of the world and all that it can offer.

http://www.watchwordpress.org/notecards.pdf