We’re cleaning out the garage. Not only this day, but the days and weeks ahead. Step by laborious step.
I am a saver, a re-user, a make-do mama―part of the world-war-raised generation that learned as young children to find a new use for anything usable, for whatever might be spruced up, re-purposed or recombined imaginatively, somehow, any how.
It is a secret and semi-legit and often passionate game I have played for much of a lifetime. Read More »
20th September, 2014
“What was your writing process with this poem?” Recently, I froze when a fellow woman-poet asked me this in a writing workshop.
I was thinking, “Well, I email myself a poem draft 45 times after each minute revision in a different font, and pretend it’s from a poet-friend-far-away. But that’s a quirk, not process, right?”
Then, she said, “You need to articulate how you write. Do you walk in the woods reciting your poems, figuring out the downbeats? Do you internalize your rhythms? Do you black out found texts?” Read More »
25th August, 2014