Month: April 2012
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Last day as a vessel
Tomorrow morning we will go in dawn’s early light to bring this new child into the world. Thus will bring to a close one period of turbulence, and thus begin another. I’m keyed up and not doing a very good job of resting on this last day of my last pregnancy. I haven’t written much […]
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This Weekend: the Mass Poetry Festival!
Yes, indeed, at T – 10 days, you can find me this weekend in Salem for the Mass Poetry Festival. I’m reading on Saturday with other THE MOM EGG contributors, and then again on Sunday with contributors from Salamander. Plus I’ll be staffing the Tupelo Press table with my pal, Rose, on Saturday at the […]
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“In these empty gray hours…”
…I felt the first shreds of separation from my mother. The difference between us was manifest. I was alive; she was dead. At the same time, all boundaries between us seemed to disappear. The presence of death opened a kind of wormhole in which my experience was indistinguishable from hers, and this moment was merged […]
Marie Gauthier 