“I must be a mermaid … I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.” ― Anaïs Nin Someone I know recently used that term, “shallow,” to describe a man I adored. Revered. Now long deceased, he won’t care what anyone calls him. True, he never read Nietzsche, or Nin for that matter, […]
I came home from my Litfuse weekend, in Tieton, Washington, with a stack of new poetry books, not to mention my head abuzz with good conversations, workshops, and poems, poems, poems. The featured poet was Ellen Bass, who I have to admit swooning for, but another connection made was with Terry Martin. Terry’s book, The Light […]
Today is my mother’s 83rd birthday. I will be visiting, and eating cake. (3:00 at The Haven — you’re invited!) The last time I visited, she looked around the room, then back at me, a smug expression on her face, and said, “All the boys here like me.” Here is an old poem. Kisses Enough […]
A friend sent me a link to this article, “The Writer’s Room,” from The New York Times. Where do you write?