I took it “out on the dance floor” last night. All of it – the feelings of helplessness, rage, terror, and joy, too. Joy in community, in my body’s ability to move so many parts in pleasure and discomfort, in the sweet cold outside air and in the blasts of heat from...
I have recently signed with New York agent, Stephany Evans of FinePrint Literary Management. Everyone I’ve told understandably wants to know what’s next, when will it be published, how much have I been paid, etc. Which is hilarious given the reality that...
I should be doing something, such as write a poem or iron a shirt, make a list or sweep the floor; instead, I’m standing in the sharp air of November wondering at the state of the moon. I am filled with old ideas and resolutions that warp my legs. In my effort to...
The thing about waiting is that it’s almost always about wanting something else; something other – not this and not here. We wait for the offer, the start, the change, or the end. Sending an email, one waits for a response. Applying for a job, one waits...
In a wonderful two-day workshop with the poet, Ellen Bass, I learned about a poetry form she called “The long-armed poem.” About Frank Gaspar, the inspiration for this form, she wrote: “(Frank Gaspar) reaches out a long arm and scoops so much disparate, seemingly...
