I keep getting numb, feeling like Iâm cycling through flash cards for the apocalypse. Poetry so often the antidote.
Teaching Robert Hassâs âMeditation at Lagunitasâ this week (in the midst of some terrible evidence in my family of how fragile life is) feels like an action in support of aliveness. So hereâs to aliveness.
"so strange, like old truths echoing in prayers." Wislawa Szymborska (sometime in the 1940ies); the opening poem in Map (Collected and Last Poems) Feeling this acutely these days. #paradigmShift#poetry
What your post failed to consider is me, a complete stranger with bad opinions
It's World Poetry Day! Register for my Zoom-based Contemporary World Poetry thru The Downtown Writers Center. It's inexpensive, open to anyone anywhere & you do not need to be a member of the YMCA! Register by calling Tim Carter, Arts Branch Director, at (315) 474.6851, ext. 380
Yes: âA new problem appears. It looks the same as the first problem and then you spot differences which once you find them all make the problem go away. A new problem appears identical to the original.â
âThe order gives individuals a yearâs supply of three types of birth control: pills, vaginal rings and patches. It also applies to people who travel to New York from other states.â
A law signed last year has finally cleared the necessary regulatory review.
This convo was so fun I was willing to put up with the sound of my own voice to listen to it. We make a pretty good team, me and Han. Y'all check out our books if you haven't, and send us your manuscript in June.
Thank you to the Anchorage Daily News for singling out my lyric essay "Have You Ever Given Your Sister a Snowman" in their review of the new Alaska Quarterly Review!
