Tweet me a river
I am being dragged kicking, screaming, and drowning into the mid-19th century. First a blog. Then a Facebook page. Then Twitter. Then MySpace. Then FriendFeed. Shelfari and things I’ve signed up for and have no idea what they do. More usernames and passwords than I have excuses to eat Ginger …
Verb available on Barnes and Noble
How exciting! LIFE IS A VERB is now available for pre-order at Barnes & Noble.com! And, as always, at your local independent bookshop (let’s support our local bookshops, shall we?). If you’ve already pre-ordered and would like your book autographed, as some have requested, I’m more than happy to either …
Mothers: life, love, learning
M, after all, is for mother. By all external measures, I have done a lot of things, traveled to a lot of places, and met with a lot of distinguished people in my life. But it just pales in comparison. The very most important thing I do or am is …
It???s not??? hard to??? read, you??? just need??? new??? glasses
Thanks to all those who have written in the past few days to tell me that you’re having a tough time reading 37days in your Feedblitz email updates. If you don’t receive 37days in your email from Feedblitz, you won’t have a bloody clue what the rest of this post …
Anticipation
Six short frenetic maniacal hours until prom. More later, after we live through today’s preparations, on how this dress and four inch heels (are you kidding me?), happened IN ONE SHORT HORMONAL WEEK. Ah, two stages of life in one photograph. One twirling, the other wondering. The rapidly aging mother …
A wee Haiku to end the Poemapalooza
You might know that I like Haiku. I like writing book reviews in Haiku. I like trying to capture the essence of a day, or a conference, or a walk, in a Haiku. The limitation of the syllables is what creates the safe, clear playpen. We believe creativity comes with …
Poets take us on a bike ride to another world
If There is Another World If there is another world, I think you can take a cab there– or ride your old bicycle down Junction Blvd. past the Paris Suites Hotel with the Eiffel Tower on the roof and past the blooming Magnolia and on– to the corner of 168th …
Poets remind us of yes
Yes It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could, you know. That’s why we wake and look out – no guarantees in this life. But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening. – William Stafford
Purely hypothetical question
Let’s say you’re 15, almost 16. Let’s say your boyfriend invited you to the Prom and you needed a black dress to match his Montreat green tartan kilt because he’s Scottish and plays the bagpipes. Let’s say you found the style you wanted, but can’t find it in black. Imagine …
Poets remind us that it is not the big things, no, not at all
What Came to Me I took the last dusty piece of chinaout of the barrel. It was your gravy boat, with a hard, brown drop of gravy still on the porcelain lip. I grieved for you then as I never had before. -Jane Kenyon
