Hi All, I'm reading at the Blacksmith House in Cambridge, MA Monday, Dec 12, with Paul Breslin, at 8pm. (I’m up first.) Happy to be reading in this great series--hope to see you there!
Let's be honest. Mostly what I'm doing this month is helping my daughter figure out where she's going to college. (How did that happen?) But Pokey managed to squeeze in a couple of National Poetry Month events... Reading at Western New England University Thursday April 7th, 6:00-7:00pm Center for the Sciences and Pharmacy, Room 306 … Continue reading NaPoMo Pokey
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
Photo by Darragh Casey As the recent recipient of a Poetry Fellowship, the Massachusetts Cultural Council asked me and some other artist--fellows to respond to a question for their ArtSake blog. It went like this: Art-making is all about starts, stops, and unanticipated turns. When a work goes unfinished, it may be to make room … Continue reading Shelved
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
Pokey is writing to raise money! Not for me, that would be ridiculous (sadly), but for the Center for New Americans and their family literacy program. CNA works to: provide the underserved immigrant, refugee and migrant communities of Massachusetts' Pioneer Valley with education and resources to learn English, become involved community members, and obtain tools necessary … Continue reading 30 Poems in November
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