Snow fell yesterday in the city in which you live, and like all new snow after weeks of no-snow, it transformed the ugly into the beautiful. Goodbye, brownish clots of street-worn slush. Hello, soft white velvet. At night, when the snow that has fallen all day ceases to fall and the streetlights come on and … Continue reading There is a sparkling choir
Viola D’Amore – Moya Cannon Sometimes, love does die, but sometimes, a stream on porous rock, it slips down into the inner dark of a hill, joins with other hidden streams to travel blind as the white fish that live in it. It forsakes one underground streambed for the cave that runs under it. Unseen, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Moya Cannon
Dark Charms – Dorianne Laux Eventually the future shows up everywhere: those burly summers and unslept nights in deep lines and dark splotches, thinning skin. Here’s the corner store grown to a condo, the bike reduced to one spinning wheel, the ghost of a dog that used to be, her trail no longer trodden, just … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Dorianne Laux
Suppose – Maureen Micus Crisick the ghetto stars pinned to cloth could lift from history like angels soaring to the sky. The air which holds cinders of Buddhist robes, burned hair of ones who doused themselves, set fire, suppose the plume of smoke becomes clear and white. What did I say? I said: what if … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Maureen Micus Crisick
Great Things Have Happened – Alden Nowlan We were talking about the great things that have happened in our lifetimes; and I said, “Oh, I suppose the moon landing was the greatest thing that has happened in my time.” But, of course, we were all lying. The truth is the moon landing didn’t mean one-tenth … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Alden Nowlan
Greetings, writers! Are you looking to kickstart a particular writing project, rejuvenate your writing, or simply experience a one-afternoon writing adventure? I’m teaching two one-day workshops, “The Order in Which It’s Told” and “Tense and Point of View,” at the fabulous Loft in the fabulous Open Book building, March 23 and April 20. These are … Continue reading Two one-day workshops, March 23 and April 20
On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
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your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
the literary asylum
Bipolar is my superpower
