<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class="">You are cordially invited to join us for a virtual poetry reading featuring Rebecca del Rio<div class="">Saturday, November 19 from 10:00 to 10:30 AM PDT</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">There is no need to pre-register; just join with this link:<span style="color: rgb(35, 35, 51); font-family: "Almaden Sans", Helvetica, Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: 0.42px; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration-thickness: initial;" class=""> </span><a target="_blank" href="https://us02web.zoom.us/j/85143871718?pwd=dnpobGJ3VDViQitoZ1ZENndyWGk0UT09" style="box-sizing: border-box; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(9, 86, 181); text-decoration: none; font-family: "Almaden Sans", Helvetica, Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: 0.42px; orphans: 2; widows: 2; overflow-wrap: break-word;" class="">https://us02web.zoom.us/j/85143871718?pwd=dnpobGJ3VDViQitoZ1ZENndyWGk0UT09</a></div><div class="">and passcode: <strong id="displayPassword" class="hideme" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline; color: rgb(35, 35, 51); font-family: "Almaden Sans", Helvetica, Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: 0.42px; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration-thickness: initial;">553488</strong></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">Rebecca del Rio is an American born poet who makes her home in Catalunya (Spain.) She writes in English, Spanish and Catalan and enjoys translating the work of others into Catalan and Spanish. Her poetry centers around day-to-day life as experienced through its mystical and mundane moments. <br class=""><div dir="ltr" class=""><h1 class="quoteText" style="margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; line-height: 21px;"><img apple-inline="yes" id="CA92648B-33C1-4F94-B39B-72A1DB5645ED" src="cid:7E269B46-5B61-471D-B8B7-70D19AD4D13D" class=""></h1><div class="">Getting Clear<br class=""><br class=""><br class="">“Clarity is overrated,” I tell her<br class="">after she says, “I can’t begin until I’m clear.”<br class="">It’s in the confusion, the chaos<br class="">That something new can be born<br class="">like a star or starfish, some struggle<br class="">needs happen for the self to step aside<br class="">let life, new or rediscovered, speak.<br class=""><br class="">Lately I’ve waited, impatiently, for<br class="">Grace to give me words.<br class="">My impatience grips boredom to<br class="">her core, and she bores into<br class="">The mind like an insidious parasite,<br class="">A virus that begs for distraction<br class="">Which begs for more. Emptiness awaits, waits for our noticing. <br class=""><br class="">Like the selva of El Peten,<br class="">The fjord below us creates<br class="">Its own atmosphere. Clouds,<br class="">rain-creators rise up to obscure,<br class="">Hide from view what is<br class="">Known and familiar. What is<br class="">There if we do not fill in<br class="">The hidden with what we<br class="">Are certain exists? What<br class="">New life exists beyond what we know?<br class="">Like the<br class="">Rain forest, fjord we, too, need<br class="">Fog, mist so we can rest, exhale make rain to cleanse<br class="">and create new life. <br class=""><br class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>- Rebecca del Rio</div><div class=""><br class=""></div></div></div></body></html>