in threes

I just got word that three of my poems will be featured on the Poets for Living Waters site. (I encourage you to visit there, but don’t look for my poems, they aren’t up yet. I’ll let you know when.) The project was initiated by Amy King and Heidi Lynn Staples in response to the … Continue reading in threes

All the Difference

I had so much fun self-publishing my poem last week that I may have to do it again. I know; I’m so wild. Some of you readers also got excited about the “vanity” discussion, and the idea that traditional and self-directed publishing aren’t necessarily an either/or situation.  This got me thinking about how that kind … Continue reading All the Difference

Vanity

I figured I’d mark Independence Day by taking a break from my Pokey Mama narrative to talk about what’s more immediately on my mind: “self-publishing,” a hot topic in high-flying literary circles like mine. The talk takes various forms, depending on whether you’re a writer, publisher, or simply an observer of things literary.  Some are for … Continue reading Vanity

bookless

As I wrote in my last post, this blog is beginning to take a pretty twisty path, without much respect for the standard timeline. Today I’ll skip back to a thread I dropped a bit hastily, but first, a brief recap: What do we know about this character, Pokey Mama? She came to writing late. … Continue reading bookless

al franken & the mobius strip

Happy Solstice! Here in my neck of the woods it’s good and hot—soon to be grindingly humid, which is what passes for a New England summer. Nonetheless, I’m grateful for the extra light and I’m having that deep yearning toward what summer was like when I was a kid.  Nothing to do but get our … Continue reading al franken & the mobius strip

a thousand tiny cuts…

My friend Ann told me that her friend calls this time of year "death by a thousand tiny cuts." She's referring to the seemingly endless minutiae—assemblies, field trips, special events, field days—that are used to fill up, er, I mean celebrate the waning of the school year.  It's all great, of course, but kinda tricky … Continue reading a thousand tiny cuts…

the ocean, the meadow & the lady in the pink sweater

  I’ve always wanted to live in a house in a meadow. It’s a childhood vision, a comfort. Last night I dreamt the meadow I was walking through turned into ocean. I couldn’t go “back” to the meadow and the swells were pushing me toward the edge of a tall dune where the ocean got really … Continue reading the ocean, the meadow & the lady in the pink sweater