Brenda Moossy, RIP

From seeing her read for the first time in Worcester at Eleni’s, to drinking shot upon shot with her at the 97 NPS during the infamous Naked Pool Party, to the SlamAmerica tour and throughout the many other exchanges we had over the years, Brenda Moossy helped me define myself as a poet and a person.

Her last words were, "This illness doesn’t taste so bad after all."  I wish I could say the same for myself today, but I’m glad she passed with a good flavor in her mouth.

I will miss her, and I feel so sad for those of you who never got to see her read.

I’ll point you all back to this, where I first said my goodbyes, and say here only this:  fare well.  I’ll try and decide the proper liquor for a shot to her later…Cuervo, Jack Daniel’s, or perhaps a good Scotch.  I’m sure she would have joined me in any of them. 

See ya somewhere, babe.  i’ll be in the bar.