Monthly Archive: January 2004

This sense of being in a place–mythic, geographical, or emotional–of creativity is what she calls ‘The Land of the Shí,’ the title of a new sequence of poems in Cornucopia, her most recent book…....

Empty time, empty time, silence, a thousand tiny lights. All I really have to do is try to keep warm. Cuddle vest, chenille sweater, soft jacket, down jacket. Long johns, corduroys, socks one, socks...

I’ve been considering the subject of Failure. I realized, long after I wrote about renaming this weblog “F,” that F was a grade that stood for Failure. F is not really part of my...

Squirrels on the run, coon treed, dogs in motion, cold seeping everywhere, everywhere, humpty-dumpty moon waves her white flag as she slides suddenly back behind the hill. January rhythms, winter alive. I’d like to...

She learned to read when she was four, before kindergarten. Her mother taught her. She remembers sitting down with a beginner’s reader, a Dick and Jane book. She was surprising herself by reading, and...

I don’t have an art room. I just have an interface. It’s electronic, mostly, when it’s not paper. This one is a cool gray, blue gray, with a gradient of royal blue at the...

“It’s crucial that you find ways to creatively and constructively channel your sacred rage at what’s wrong in your world.” from freewillastrology