And not talk about it
“Anyway, I have it borne in on me that my business is to write and not talk about it.” ~ Flannery O’Connor
Steep
Presses vs. Journals
Is it just me, or is waiting to hear from presses about a chapbook submission completely different than waiting to hear from journals about a submission of a packet of individual poems?
Plath 1956
One of the joys of slowly working my way through Plath’s The Collected Poems is finding unfamiliar (at least to me) gems like this.
Stone Age Tech
I’m not saying I’m old or anything, but I recently came across the package of stuff my first ISP set me when I signed up for internet access. This was included (four floppies)…
There’s more to life than books…
I needed to invest in more space for books and stuff. The cat apparently has plans of his own.
Great Thomas Lux poem…
…from a great Christmas present
Lost in the endless shine of eternity
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Memory
“Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!” ~John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany
Saints Layered Like Leaves
My poem from the September Ghost City Review was originally called “Presence.” Fortunately, a very perceptive workshop friend pointed out I was overlooking a better title that was right in front of me. In its defense, this is where “Presence” (the title not the poem) came from: “Catholicism is a culture of sacred presence. Relics […]