When last we met Pokey Mama she’d finally achieved conception and was about to reach another milestone, the publication of her first book. This collection of poems had made the rounds; it made short-lists and long-lists, it was honorably mentioned, semi-finalized, reshuffled, revised, excised and augmented, to the point where the current manuscript was as … Continue reading an inkling
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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
Week Two: Pokey Mama Faces Facts
It wasn't as easy as I thought. You see, long, long ago, when I was but a wee college student, I'd had some complications with my woman parts that resulted in the loss of my left ovary. It was scary, and it hurt, but I didn't think that much about it in terms of my candidacy … Continue reading Week Two: Pokey Mama Faces Facts
Pokey Mama Begins
Welcome to the first installment of Pokey Mama, my slow parenting odyssey. First, some back-story: When I turned 30 I quit my full-time job as director of an arts council and decided to “be” a poet. It had taken me two colleges, six years and much flailing about to finally get my undergrad degree from Syracuse--a … Continue reading Pokey Mama Begins
*as far as I know there’s no such thing as the slow-parenting movement, but I made it up last night when i couldn’t sleep.
There’s a lot of “slow” movements these days, and while it’s true I’m a card-carrying member of a local farm share, cook my food more often than unwrap it, wash out my plastic bags, and am secretly proud of the occasional crafty project I manage to complete, none of that has any real bearing on … Continue reading *as far as I know there’s no such thing as the slow-parenting movement, but I made it up last night when i couldn’t sleep.
Amy Dryansky 