Tag: bridgewater international poetry festival
Future schmuture
No NEH grant again, a magazine acceptance, a solicitation of poems from a magazine I’d never cracked (!), several poem rejections, some drafting and revising, lots of Shenandoah work, a vague but persistent headache, short days and blustery cold–hello from a mixed-blessing November in… Continue Reading “Future schmuture”
Gossip, news, & poems
Gossip is a derogatory and strongly gendered word for how nonpowerful people share information. I have only been called “a gossip” to my face once–by a colleague–but it felt like a mild slur with a smelly pile of patriarchy behind it. I mean, we… Continue Reading “Gossip, news, & poems”
Rainbows, snakes, and book launches
Among my latest thrills: nearly stepping on a hissing snake; a double rainbow over an empty Main Street; a frisbee arriving by mail; and, oh yeah, publishing my first novel. On launch day for Unbecoming, I was shut in my house responding to student… Continue Reading “Rainbows, snakes, and book launches”
Live from the surface of the moon
Live From the Surface of the Moon The landing leg (porch) jets a web of shadows across lunar powder while brilliantly bleached astronauts lope across the frame On Sunday July 20th 1969 I am not yet two : : do not… Continue Reading “Live from the surface of the moon”
My mother as live-in nurse, 1962
Numismatics, 1962 Strange to feel inferior, but that was the job of live-in European servants: to confer shine for a pittance. English nurses, Scottish maids, Estonian women doing laundry, German POWs pruning roses. Out through glitter, back to the dock. Mrs. Anthony motored… Continue Reading “My mother as live-in nurse, 1962”
Good reads
One of my 2014 resolutions was to track my reading via Goodreads, and I’m here to say I hated it. Record-keeping in itself is a good thing. It’s interesting to know I read or reread at least 95 books last year (a few weren’t… Continue Reading “Good reads”
