Apr 23, 2012
I am going through a period of not having much to say. Not just poetically, although that too. Politically, I feel like I am in a period of deep observation, not to the point of disengagement, more like I am sitting under a weeping willow in a soft rain, dry and...
Feb 6, 2012
I don’t usually enjoy waiting. It’s not just that I lack patience (a character flaw I fess up to, and be glad you didn’t know me in my 20s). The politics of waiting pisses me off. In simple terms, the less important your value to society, the more...
Nov 17, 2011
It’s ironic that when my life radically transforms, I find writing the last thing I want to do. It’s true I’ve had the most bizarre computer problems for the past month a half (exactly my hiatus from this blog) — I won’t bore you with...
Nov 2, 2010
I went to Frank Lloyd Wright’s Pope-Leighy House with an architect friend this week. We stood in the entrance to the house, where the overhang was a mere 6 foot 8 (plenty of room for the vertically challenged, such as yours truly, but I could picture some of my...
Aug 2, 2010
I received the good news this week that Poetica Magazine has chosen “The Last of My Village” as the winner in its annual chapbook competition. This will be my first collection, and although I always wanted a Perfect Spine (oh the metaphors abound!), I am...
Jul 5, 2010
Independence Day (for those in the US) strikes me as a great excuse to reflect on what we’re NOT independent from, personally and collectively. Oil is the mind-blowing biggie as we’re more than two months into the Deepwater tragedy in the Gulf of Mexico....
