Pearl

I feel like sharing this poem today.   Pearl Steel crane necks poke above the grass, a congress of mechanical apatosaurs holding vigil against the gray October sky. You followed truth and rumor here to where the rusting bridge awaits those desperate people, driven by desire born not of lust but of despair, and so … Continue reading Pearl

Midwinter

This is the last poem I wrote before I switched all my focus over to writing longer stuff, and although we're a little past midwinter, it seems appropriate now that the snow is showing itself.   In the kitchen we peel oranges, grapefruits: globes like handheld suns, hurling defiant brightness against midwinter, sharp tang of … Continue reading Midwinter

summer reading list

I've finally put together my summer reading list. I doubt I'll get through all the books over the summer - the only way I could do that is if I still had summer vacations which, alas, disappeared after college. Here's the list: Daggerspell, Katharine Kerr - this isn't normally something I would have picked up, because … Continue reading summer reading list

on writing, life, time, symbols, and getting it all done

I’ve been meaning to write for so long, and haven’t found (made) the time. Forgive me in advance for the odd mind dump that's sure to follow. I’m finally sitting down with some tea. It’s been strange, leading two lives – my “average American” life, and my writer’s life, which gets just a sliver of … Continue reading on writing, life, time, symbols, and getting it all done

on the lamentable lack of writing groups in the farmington valley

So, I belong to a wonderful poetry group called the Faxon Poets, based in Elmwood CT (a mini-town of West Hartford). The group is fantastic, the people are wonderful, and I love meeting with them monthly to laugh and read and share and critique. When I lived 10 minutes from there (and my boyfriend's apartment, … Continue reading on the lamentable lack of writing groups in the farmington valley

Er mah gehrd

Hwaet! I'm very excited about this: http://britishlibrary.typepad.co.uk/digitisedmanuscripts/2013/02/beowulf-online.html Old English is still my favorite dead language, even though I'm WAY out of practice in translating it, which in college I did for fun first and credit second. Oh how I fell in love with medieval language. So to see pages from Beowulf is a big deal. … Continue reading Er mah gehrd

the incredible self-writing story

I have no idea who said it, but I've heard it a couple of times over the course of my life - something to the effect of "God does the writing; I just hold the pen." And I always thought - UGH! UGH! YOU ARE LYING! Because for me it was never that easy. Poems … Continue reading the incredible self-writing story