“At least one poem a day read by yours truly for the month of December. I am working on a collection of words for a new book in 2010. This book will be deeply personal and in honor of my father, Booker Washington, my uncle Raymond Savoy and my grandmother Pauline Palmer, who have passed away in last two years. Stuff has been building up so it’s time to let it out.
Habitat was written when one day while doing art I had an acid flashback(I think that’s what it was) and started crying and thinking about my turtle is dead. I remembered the event so clearly that I called my grandmother and told her my turtle was under the stove. She told me that I was two when that happened. I even drew a picture of that ridiculous habitat. We harness nature for our needs and pleasure but sometimes nature will not be denied.”
©ted washington 2009