Pokey Returns (Sort Of) Part 1

Yep, it’s been a while. When I started this blog I was smack-dab in the middle of navigating the territory of Mom-poet. Trying to figure out how to make the time and head-space for my creative life. Now, five years later, I’m in a different place, and yet… still trying to find that time. The … Continue reading Pokey Returns (Sort Of) Part 1

back to plath

This month at One Clover & A Bee Pokey wrote about Sylvia Plath’s, The Bed Book.  Yes, reader, the Queen of Darkness also wrote four kid’s books! The Bed Book has some of Plath’s signature skill and style, and Pokey wishes she’d discovered it during those aeons when her babies didn’t sleep. I don’t know … Continue reading back to plath

The Sound of One Leaf Falling

Here be the link to my latest column at Hilltown Families about poetry for families to learn and (hopefully) love. Enjoy!

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

One Way In, One Way Out

in which we pick up the thread of Pokey Mama's struggle with post-partum writer's block and her year as an Associate at the Five College Women's Studies Research Center looking at the impact of motherhood on the work of women poets... Are you old enough to remember the Wayback machine on the Rocky & Bullwinkle … Continue reading One Way In, One Way Out

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