Bullets in your soup, cracking teeth. Bullets littered
along interstates, swimming pools, shoulders.
It has been too long. I don’t know if it feels like that or not to you, but for me, there has been a little nag in the back of my head saying, write a letter, write a letter, write a letter.
Things are really dark now, as we knew they would be. And then they got darker. I am finding the light through family & friends, poetry and volunteering for good causes.
I have been trying to write this email for a long time. I’m usually not this stuck. I think it’s that I have so many different things to say. Some are deep/dark and others are happy and they don’t want to exist in the same email with each other.
So because it is National Poetry Month, I am going to talk poetry news.
So excited to have two poems in this issue of Tinderbox Poetry Journal. Split Map and George & Davis’ Coffee, Oxford, 1996 are poems about isolation in relationships and isolation in geography. There are so many stellar poets in this issue — I am so grateful to the editor Jenn Givhan for including me.
I am grateful to the editors of Ink & Nebula for publishing my poem, Fletching, in their inaugural issue.
They also made this stellar image to share on social.
Warning: this letter contains fear of success, success, enormous amounts of anxiety and a bizarre fascination with infectious diseases.
Within the month of January, I had an elastic amount of whiplash. I am both terrified and exhilarated. I always wondered why, when there are things I know I want to achieve, I did not strive for them. Or why, when I saw other people achieving their dreams, did I feel so hollow inside, instead of feeling joy for their success?
I thought about what I wanted to write about and it came to me that sharing good news and good things would be an inspiring way to start November. October had its fair share of bad news, which is saying a lot as there has been a slurry of bad news since January…
So I’m going to RECOMMEND some people/place/things and share good news. I hope you enjoy these tidbits.
Oh dear dear dears,
I rage a lot. I do rage pilates. I drink rage wine. And this isn’t the good rage like a party rager where you stay up all night and throw lamps and eat large bowls of cereal at 3 am.
This is the quiet underneath my skin rage all the time at the injustices of the world. Until I am raged to a breaking point. I am comforted by the fact that we are all in this together and that we care and we will fight.
From O’s school, we have learned about about transitions. How to take our bodies from one place to another and understand that we are going from one environment to another, and how that means to change our behavior. From learning behavior to recess behavior. From work mom to home mom and back again.
Transitions are a bitch. Continue reading “Transitions”