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It seems we don’t need a reason
Today I have the time to write, but there isn’t anything I want to write about. Not my fingertips, sore from heavy garden work in Mom’s leather gloves. Not my yard, lovely and filled with promise....
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Living a creative life requires…sleep?
The other day I picked up my pen and began my daily notebook entry. I write two pages in my notebook every day whether I feel like it or not, even when it seems I have nothing to say. If my mind...
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About Writing Spotaneously
Yesterday I had the good fortune of attending a workshop by poet and author Susan Wooldridge, author of poemcrazy: freeing your life with words (among others). Wooldridge’s approach to poetry is...
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Acknowledging the Darkness
In the wake of multiple losses, I haven’t had a choice. The darkness clings to me like a fog, like vapor. The shadow is that space between what I thought I wanted – between the life I would design,...
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A New Skin (a poem)
Recently, I had the supreme pleasure of participating in a workshop (I actually organized the workshop, because when you are a poet in a small community and you want to go to a workshop, sometimes this...
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The Language of Death (or, Why Can’t We Talk About What Actually Happens?)
Since my mom died, I’ve noticed a phenomenon: people avoid the word “death” and all its conjugates. They pull on latex gloves of language and hide behind germ filter masks of syntax, treating the...
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CASH GIFTING AND BARBECUE SAUCE: On becoming a “real” writer
A wise friend once told me that I can discover what I want in life by paying attention to what I envy in others. So, when I ordered the Great American Poetry 2005 anthology from Amazon and felt a pang...
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Show Me The Door
“Show me the door, and I will walk through it.” This is the promise I made to myself during the most difficult time of my adult life, when all the elements of my existence seemed to be in discord. In...
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Hashtag Hysteria, or #YouDontNeedAHashtagForEverything, or Do You Know What...
Dear beloved social media friends, Can I call you my friends? I’ve never met some of you, but I feel like I know you intimately. You show me photos of your sushi and take me with you on your family’s...
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Writing Is Art
Writing is art. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, but it’s a phenomenon that I’m sure veteran writers have been dealing with for ages. What I mean when I say writing is art is that even if...
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