i’m back in e-town after a week in nashville. i love to travel, so generally any road trip is a good trip … but i’m still trying to sort out my conflicting gut impressions of music city. some of the high notes: getting to hear john irving (the world according to garp, hotel new hampshire, […]
writing
the joy of not working
i’m quickly coming up on the one-year anniversary of quitting my job in order to write and paint full-time. as expected, the bank account is not being fed nearly as frequently, but the soul is thriving. a few years ago, inspired by ernie zelinski, the edmonton-based author of the joy of not working, i composed […]
when 2 poets collide
for M & K, whose collision is still sparking up the cosmos sept. 8, 2007 when two poets collide turbulent skies rejoice stars sweeten up the cracked hallelujahs cackling black crows kick up their heels. when two poets collide there is chiming up the violets there is singing down the rain there is trilling, drumming, […]
(w)rite by the river
wimmin’s words from the SAGA sessions at wynne’s august 2006, with gratitude from this week i take rivers, mountains, loaded guns, lampshades and one dim bulb frou-frou little foreigners and wide-eyed jewish sisters seeking shelter hope and little green apples joy harjo and joan baez three matches a wedding dress from a junk store a […]
this is how our love affair would go
(from a dog-eared SAGA notebook, november 2000) this is how our love affair would go if you weren’t married, or straight, or celebate — and i don’t even know if you’re married, or straight or celebate, but if i did know, and you weren’t any of those things, or on the rebound, or dying … […]
the writers go for breakfast
Skim milk latte? We don’t do that OK, eggs florentine then. That’s with spinach, right? Um usually yeah but we’re out of spinach OK, without the spinach then. Are soy lattes any good? No Another latte, then, but this time without caffeine, please Hmmmm … Oh, do you not do decaf? Well, yeah, we “do” […]
so much depends
so much depends read at the kasbar, dec. 6, 2006 (a love poem to all my poet friends — and a thank-you to some very talented people — in particular william carlos williams — because so much of what we do depends upon what came before.) so much depends upon the women who come and […]