If this were a movie and someone slyly beautiful were playing me, say Zooey Deschanel (with thick glasses to make her look a little less Deschanel), we’d be approaching some kind of zenith, we’d be belaying up a sheer rock face to the tippy top of the narrative arc where we might temporarily mistake denouement … Continue reading Zoe Deschanel & the Narrative Arc
Category: Readings & Other Happenings
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
i’m not sorry
You know that old barb about certain people being born with a silver spoon in their mouth? Pokey thinks she may have been born with an apology permanently imprinted on her tongue. Not the empathy-based, “sorry I stepped on your toe” kind of apology but the fear-based, “sorry I have to tell you that you’re … Continue reading i’m not sorry
birthdays, snoring & the wrong moon
It’s Pokey’s Birthday! Not MY birthday, but the birth-day of this here blog, and that notorious character I’ve come to love, who’s me and not me, which of course is total narcissism, but hey, it’s MOTHERS DAY, so cut me some slack, willya? Yes, a year ago I made my first post, and here I … Continue reading birthdays, snoring & the wrong moon
Get Thee to Massachusetts Poetry Fest
The poetry will be flying in Salem, Massachusetts, May 12, 13, and 14 at the 2011 Massachusetts Poetry Festival. Sadly, Pokey will probably not be attending as her girl turns 13 Friday the 13th and she will be all about that celebration. But I did go last time, and loved the homegrown, democratic feel, the … Continue reading Get Thee to Massachusetts Poetry Fest
the guiddesses
…but who can tolerate the power of a woman close to a child, riding our tides into the sand dunes of the public spaces. --Alicia Suskin Ostriker, from “Propaganda Poem: Maybe for Some Young Mamas" When last we left Pokey she was doodling her way towards enlightenment, having at least identified the shape of what might … Continue reading the guiddesses
the big poetry giveaway
Kelli Russell Agodon over at Book of Kells has once again jumpstarted an extravaganza of poetry love, the Big Poetry Giveaway. Seeing as it’s April, National Poetry Month, and Fool’s Day is safely over, I thought I’d get on board. This is the deal: leave a comment here with your name and at the end … Continue reading the big poetry giveaway
pokey’s blog blog
We’re taking a wee break from the Pokey-and-the-Guidesses riff. Pokey’s been laid low with a walloping flu-like thing and spent a better part of the week dazedly clicking around the blogiverse. She got a trifle over- stimulated and had to drink a lot of tea and talk herself off a stratospheric ledge of doubt—wondering why … Continue reading pokey’s blog blog
pokey leaves purgatory
Time to pick up the thread of the last Birth of Pokey post—no, not those red pants again! The thread of how Pokey wriggled her way out of the little box she was in, not-so-affectionately known as writer’s block. If you’ve never had writer’s block, or its equivalent for your chosen work (bread that refuses to rise, … Continue reading pokey leaves purgatory
Pokey’s first interview: Katryna Nields
In honor of President’s Day Pokey is inaugurating her first Mama to Mama interview, featuring musician Katryna Nields. Katryna and her husband Dave, also an amazing musician, moved to our little road in 2000. I remember meeting her at one of our neighborhood parties: she was this beautiful, willowy column of a woman wearing a … Continue reading Pokey’s first interview: Katryna Nields
Amy Dryansky 