1. Brynn Saito made me cry this morning and it really pissed me off. But it got me thinking about all the things that are necessary to survival that we don’t always do, like cry, or eat, or breathe. No I’ve never gone hungry but I’ve woken alone with a ghost in my throat and … More Just Because Air is Free Doesn’t Mean You Breathe (and Other Free Things)
Oh, friends. April is going to be so much fun for us. I already told you it’s National Poetry Month, but don’t despair if poetry’s not your thing, because I’ll be mixing and matching that poetry with a lot of my usual strangeness, photos, and non-poetry topics. But today is Writer Wednesday, and I’m featuring … More Candy Bar and a Signed Book. Kelly Davio and Red Hen Press on Writer Wednesday!
Today you can win a signed book by the late poet, Adrienne Rich. I have two, and I’m going to let the winner choose which one to receive. I’m also giving you another opportunity to win Geraldine Brooks tickets, after this beautiful guest post by Mary-Kaylor Hanger… Someday if someday comes we will agree that … More Signed Adrienne Rich Book, and Guest Blogger Mary-Kaylor Hanger
You’re probably getting sick of me talking about this move to South Africa as much as I’m getting sick of preparing for it. I wonder what life is like in non-hoarding brains. It must be amazing to be able to store and pack without first having to navigate paths of toppling boxes, clothing and, well, … More Geraldine Brooks Tickets, Ned Stuckey-French, and a Poem on Ms Monday!
Today is your last opportunity to enter to win the autographed hardcover of bestselling memoir, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail. Easy to enter! Click here for original post. Hurry! You only have until 5pm today! Winner will be announced tomorrow. Busy week here for me. I have a seemingly endless … More Last Chance to Enter!
1.NUDITY vs EXHIBITIONISM I say the distinction lies in the point that while I enjoy the freedom of being in my birthday suit, I don’t enjoy anyone other than my husband seeing my birthday suit. Living in the woods I’ve gotten spoiled on taking my dog out, both of us in nothing but our fur, … More I MAY Be a Nudist, But I’m Not an Exhibitionist (A Belated Manuscript Monday)
Boston, AWP. The kind of cold I’ve never really experienced. Snow in my eyes. Mascara wetted, smeared like war paint over my right cheekbone. I learn in an instant I’m better off sliding my feet rather than putting air between them and the ground. Snow boots would help. Whispers of AWP Miami move through my … More Listening: A Guest Post by Beth Gilstrap
I was tootling around on Facebook, stalking the pages of writers I admire, when I saw a post from poet Sean Thomas Dougherty that he would not be at AWP, and he joked about people picking him up some Boston swag, including a Red Sox hat. I like Sean, because he’s an incredible poet, and … More A Post Because Poet Sean Thomas Dougherty Said He Wanted a Red Sox Hat
Before I dig into these next couple weeks of bringing you giveaways and posts singing the praises of the annual AWP conference, I have to tell you that finding energy and inspiration from the AWP conference of 12,000+ attendees doesn’t come without navigating my way through a lot of chest-puffing, harumphing, and that bottled flatulence … More Bottled Flatulence of Literary Elitism and the Cannibalistic Marla-Cow (Manuscript Monday!)
Well, it sure feels like Boston’s bending over for this one. I’m blogging to you from the AWP Conference, and every time I peek outside, the layers are getting deeper, the sky is a dirty white haze, and the flakes are tossing and twirling like Winter Storm Saturn couldn’t decide which way to blow, and … More From Saturn to Uranus: Just a Smidge of Snow Here in Boston