I’m delighted that my poem “Sometimes I Miss the Old Jealous Goddesses” is now published at qarrtsiluni. It’s my fifth inclusion, and I am a little surprised by that. Thank you to Beth, Dave and the guest editors who create such a great venue. This is also an example that sometimes writing to prompt can [...]
Posts under ‘Dispatches from home’
wordless Wednesday: obsessed with peonies
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more than tidying
I’m not finished. (Will I ever finish?) But I am making progress. I started small, with my bathroom drawers. Tossed old sunscreen, lipsticks, perfume samples. (I haven’t worn perfume for about 10 years, when my sense of smell got sensitive.) Put all the fancy soaps in one drawer (I actually use them, gifts from a friend, but [...]
talking out loud
Also known as confession-time. More on this loose theme can be found at January’s. * * * Confluence or circumstance?: Yesterday. I read a (well-known poet’s) poem about swans eating goose hearts & read a (well-regarded) poet’s essay invoking swans eating goose hearts. These two poets live in other sides of the planet & wrote [...]
update from Whirling Dervish
Hi everybody, It’s me, WD. It’s nice to see you all. Here is a piece of drivel for you to pass the time. Answering Machine I’m sorry, I’d like to come to the phone, But I’m having sex with my wife Hot Damn! She’s a spicy one But sorry, I digress, it’s you we’re talking [...]
it’s still Tuesday
And there is still time to confess. I’m taking January’s advice to someone else: confess to one thing that made you happy in the last week — confessions don’t always have to be about the tough stuff. Funny enough (or ironically), it is sometimes hard for me to confess the good, happy-making stuff. But I’m [...]
the tattooed lady
Miss Artoria Gibbons, The Tattooed Lady To claim I’d been tortured isn’t far from the truth — yes the pen sears and indigo marks start as blood, but the stigmata I wear sets me apart from staying put, to sway away, the fifth of seven (or second of sixth, or) daughter in a closed-in clan, [...]
an oral confession
The interview on KBOO’s Bread and Roses show didn’t end up allowing me to read any poems, but it was a great time anyway. I got to meet Nicole Vulcan, who is quite a gal — she has all kinds of interesting, humane projects going as a caring feminist. And I got to meet VoiceCatcher [...]
