I am in here.
Down at the Mercantile Library, they are getting together a poetry-writing group to meet at Wednesday lunchtimes, or perhaps even only once a month. My initial reaction to this bit of news was, “Eeek! I ain’t going near that!” Since then, I have had a lot of time to reflect on the possibilities of the … Continue reading nogroup
So if I did write my story, what would it be about? Maybe it would be a ridiculously artful story about a storyteller who tells everyone else’s story to perfection, but can’t verbalize her own. But that’s simply too cute. It would also be very easy to get lost in it while writing it, and … Continue reading my story: reasons for
Nobody tells you how to go about the actual daily life of a poet. I had lazily always figured it would “just happen,” and never gave it much thought. So I take a stab at it… Read Louise Glück’s Meadowlands and the new Nikki Giovanni collection, and bought a plain old large notebook, of the … Continue reading reading
Fortunately, in a few hours, National Novel-Writing Month will be over, in as far as I can make out. I have strictly ignored it. I write poems, so the month for me to pay attention to comes in the springtime. So what did you all ignore during the month of November? “Practically everyone in New … Continue reading nonanowrimo
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