I am teaching a poetry workshop right here in my home neighborhood, Jamaica Plain. We’ll be at the JP library for 6 Saturdays, from 2-3:30pm. The first class is on September 7, 2019! Continue reading “Free Workshop”
I can see forsythia bushes — bright yellow branches waving to me in the wind — and tulips and so many squirrels. They are trying to tell me that a real spring is imminent and sunshine will follow and oh they want me to mention… Continue reading “Split Map is here”
In which I can’t stop dreaming
I asked Patrick last night when I would stop dreaming of moving and packing. Maybe when we buy our first home? And he said, Most likely not. Which while disappointing, I realized was most likely the truth. My feelings of rootlessness and abandonment have nothing to do with where I am currently living. It’s a constant theme of my life: trying to make a presence for my body and for my beliefs.
It is fitting that my poems right now are about place and dreams and not leaving places when I was totally uncomfortable because I wanted to be nice. Continue reading “A burden of sleeplessness”
I hope that this August heat is finding you well. Patrick turned to me the other night when I was complaining about the heat and said, “You know, it’s only going to get hotter.” And it’s true. In that moment, I thought about our kids struggling to find water and felt so helpless.
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.