honey, let’s have rilke put them to bed tonight

My second One Clover & A Bee column at Hilltown Families is up: Poems to (Possibly) Sleep On, in which I argue for reading poetry aloud as a way to put your kids to sleep. No, not because poetry is BORING, but because a) not everybody loves to hear themselves sing, and b) it means … Continue reading honey, let’s have rilke put them to bed tonight

one clover & a bee

Pokey has another part-time gig: One Clover & A Bee (thank you Emily Dickinson!) is the name of my new column as a contributing writer at HilltownFamilies.org. I'll be writing once a month about how families can learn and say poems and just generally make poetry part of their lives and not be afraid of it. … Continue reading one clover & a bee

ma po fest 2012

Lots of great poetry in Salem next weekend, including western MA poets Maya Janson, Diana Gordon, Marie Gauthier and Annie Boutelle! Get yourself there!

Detachment Parenting

This morning as I drove along the river that winds through our little town I was noticing how, six months after Tropical Storm Irene swept through, the river’s path is dramatically altered. Shallow, sleepy meanders with the occasional spot deep enough to submerge your body on a hot summer day have been replaced with steep … Continue reading Detachment Parenting

Berkshire Festival of Women Writers

At this very time, just a hop, skip and a jump away from anywhere in the MA, CT or NY state conjunction, really fabulous writing-related events featuring talented, funny and smart women are taking place, all during the month of March and even a wee bit into April. What is this thing? Where? How can … Continue reading Berkshire Festival of Women Writers

Sour & Sweet

In honor of my daughter, who’s 13, and despises Valentine’s Day (for what should be obvious reasons, if you remember anything at all about being 13) I’m posting an anti-Valentine poem Pokey wrote long ago (before she was even Pokey). This is for you, Maddy! X’s & O’s You can keep your four-leaf clover road … Continue reading Sour & Sweet

pokey gets a yes

I’m treading the edge here, a line that shifts beneath my bare feet, salt and wrack swirling around  my ankles. I’m noticing how it’s not just me that’s shifting, not just one edge but all edge, overlap and flip-flop, blurring and gradation. I believe this lack of faith in permanence may be what’s called an … Continue reading pokey gets a yes