I am in here.
I have GarageBand, which came with the latest update of iLife. My brain, silly thing, thinks: I’m good at poetry. Poetry is an art. Music is an art, too. I’ll be good at music. Who the hell will ever know?! I’m still trying to figure out how to arrange the basic tracks that came with … Continue reading Music, and the lack of possibility
February is built for slowness, I think. All the fun winter holidays are over, and we are way past the newness of snow and cold weather. In fact, it wears on us. We have seen it. We want other colors now! I read the Tale of Genji, by Murasaki Shikibu. 1100 years ago, in the … Continue reading Slowness
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 my husband got to say a few words at the dedication of the plaque at James Thurber’s old house in Columbus (77 Jefferson St., if you want to go), and decides to say a few sweet words about me, bless him. “And I want to introduce my wife, Patti, who’s a poet, and who … Continue reading my afternoon
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