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Category Archives: Poetry

Days 9, 10: Jellyfish, Drizzle

“Let / us be bees / watching over this / amazing queen.”

Inspired by Chris J., Day 8

When we start getting postcards, the idea of the August Poetry Postcard Fest is that you send a poem to your next poet inspired by the poet you got a poem from most recently. So it’s like playing operator, but with poems. Mostly, on this one, I love the card. Dust

Sirenia, Poppy, Day 7

We had another poet added to our list and since she should have received my first poem, I sent one to her today as well as to the person who was next on the list given where I was. I wish I could do this every day for the rest of my life. Even if […]

Caliban, Days 4 and 5

Got my lovely first postcard with a sleek, beautiful poem – a poetic reminder of why we write. As a result, I’m feeling extra-guilty that I’m behind on posting these (I also realized that I’m going to have to stop putting the text of the poems up – long story, but basically, they seem to […]

Day 3 Phoebe, Like Penelope

Phoebe, pill like Penelope Bones as hard as rock and roll, store Phoebe, physician like Penelope, waits. Not a spider, Not a crow, But a bivalve. Once she starts to weave this story, There’s no turning back, Whether he comes through a door, Whether there is mud on his boots, Whether he leaves glove-smudge or […]

Day 2 (August Poetry Postcard Fest)

Monster the monster cuts silver ribbons like a mayor of night and a million million eyes splinter into fragments of light. this is no ordinary Argus, healing who coalesces in the four corners of the underworld, healing sings only in silver and never sleeps.  

August poems Day 1

With my previous post, I made this crazy commitment to write a poem a day and send it off to another poet, as part of the August Postcard Poetry Fest. I’ve been avoiding posting poems in public online spaces, because many venues (ahem. y’all know who you are) consider those poems then to be “published” and […]


I made a New Year’s promise (semi publicly, no less) that I was going to start writing practice again. The work life involves a fair bit of writing at this point, but for a while I did it every evening. And then, I didn’t, and I don’t know why. I got the idea of writing […]

no. no. nonet.

I usually avoid writing about depression, because – like Beelzebub or my largest cat – if you name it, it comes running up to twine around your ankles and generally make a nuisance of itself.

Happy Birthday, Cara!

I don’t think of myself who likes to write collaboratively when writing creatively. But that’s probably not a realistic assessment of what kind of writer I am. For one thing, I love writing academic papers with other people; for another, I had SO much fun contributing the Cara Holman’s birthday renku that I want to […]