an inkling

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

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

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

We interrupt the previously scheduled program

because—IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! It's a full moon, and I need to do something special. Also, when I read over last week’s post I noticed some dangling threads (I warned you about the perfectionism) and since this blog is the enactment of my poet/writer/artist/worker/ mother multiple-personality disorder, the poet/writer artist part was complaining there was too … Continue reading We interrupt the previously scheduled program