This isn’t a poetry-related post, but it’s been my first Christmas/holiday season without my mother, and the first in which I have had to acknowledge myself an orphan — a reality I’ve found unmooring. My father died in 2017, but with my mom passing away in January, I’ve been thinking a lot about her especially […]
I’m humbled to be among the poets reading at an off-site event cosponsored by Rise Up Review and SWWIM during AWP March 8.
Is there a time to every poem, just as there is to every season? Time is ephemeral, and I believe writing takes what it takes, so, yes.
Moving ahead since my father’s death in March has happened one foot in front of the other. Specific types of writing and reading have been lifelines.
As valuable as the actual class prompts was the insight I gained into some of my own mechanisms for coping.
As Thanksgiving approaches, a “big picture” overview provides a bit of perspective on cycles of productivity as well as the lack of it.