This morning I woke up to the smell of forest fire. The Pine Barrens were on fire again, and something called a temperature inversion meant that you could smell the fire all the way up to New York City. The air was hazy and smelled like summer camp. The fire is under control now - local… Continue reading NaPoMo, Day 7
Sometimes you hear something a person said, and it continues to hurt you ages after the saying happens. Day 6 Rachel's Poem at the PFFA: The True Way of All Flesh Someone Else's Awesome Poem: Cynthia Arrieu-King, "Poem"
Today is April 5. Today is the day Kurt Cobain died. Today is also the day Layne Staley died. I came of age in the 90s - I learned about sadness, about anger, about love and greed and jealousy and compassion in the decade where political correctness was a trend, where the slacker generation was trying to figure out… Continue reading NaPoMo, Days 4 & 5
It should not surprise anyone that google-imaging "Syria" or "Syria civil war" turns up really intense, disturbing images. This one is one of the least disturbing, and this was the springboard for today's poem. Day 3:Rachel’s Poem at the PFFA: Things We Lost In the FireSomeone Else’s Awesome Poem: Emily Dickinson, "I Cannot Live With You"
I think I failed to mention yesterday that I am using a theme this month for my 30-30 challenge. All poems will be prompted in some way by a song - whether it's the title, the lyrics, the music itself, the video, etc.Day 2:Rachel’s Poem at the PFFA: SleepwalkersSomeone Else’s Awesome Poem: E.E. Cummings, "as… Continue reading NaPoMo, Day 2
Today is the kickoff of National Poetry Month. WOOOOO! It's like Poetry Christmas! I am once again participating in the 30-in-30 challenge, posting at the PFFA. I'll be linking to the poems from here, and I'll also be including a link to someone else's work, too. Day 1: Rachel's Poem at the PFFA: NightmaresSomeone Else's Awesome Poem: Valzhyna Mort, "Belarusian I"
Gearing up for National Poetry Month, I'm just going to put this here for a second.
I returned home Friday from the week-long Krav Maga training course. It was intense and difficult, and I won't find out if I passed until sometime later this week. I am proud of myself, though, for completing the program - pass or fail, I finished the week without quitting and I gave it everything I… Continue reading ready to strike
This weekend was the 21st annual Winter Poetry and Prose Getaway, hosted by Murphy Writing Seminars. As always, it was an incredibly fruitful weekend, during which I immersed myself in the work of four other poets as we helped each other de- and then reconstruct full length collections of poetry. It was a wonderful experience. On… Continue reading getting away, coming back
Nearly there - I am halfway to my goal of 30 poems in 30 days, and I have raised nearly $700 in pledges for the Bullycide Project! If you don't know what I'm talking about, check this out - it's an amazing project and you can be a part of supporting it!Today's poem is the… Continue reading NaPoMo Day 15