Month: January 2021

  • My brain hurt like a warehouse

    It is a truth universally acknowledged that middle-aged women sleep poorly. Hormones, hot-flashes–pandemic and political ugliness are just icing on the cake, really. From what I can see, middle-aged women, although they don’t seem like an envied or celebrated category of human, do a LOT, and it weighs on their brains. They pile myriad many […]

  • Augurations

    Auguration   Allegedly, spring will come again. January’s collusion with the Russians remains unverified. Sources cannot confirm that although the horizon’s padded shoulder blocks the sun, it is gathering intelligence and will dawn at the appropriate time. Citizens hunker in the patchy snow and wonder. Is whiteness receding? What does it mean, that pink rumor […]

  • Multiple worlds in poetry, fiction, and politics

    Traveling to an alternate universe of thinking and writing has been helpful lately given an attempted coup, and racist police response, AND the apocalyptic daily death count and a catastrophically lame vaccine rollout. I don’t manage the leap into literary concentration every day, but that’s actually what my next book is about: what helps us […]

  • Winterred

    A friend told me to break a leg yesterday and I had to laugh–I’m literally home with a sprained ankle, unable to put weight on my left foot. I apparently did something bad during a beautiful Saturday hike on a bit of the Appalachian Trail, where water rushed by sedimentary rocks flipped almost vertical by […]