Author: mariegauthier
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When feeling no longer evades
Despite everything I knew and felt, two of my dearest friends died gasping for air. Another couldn’t stop her pain with morphine, so she disconnected her feeding tube. Still another has the same kind of cancer, and after a heartening remission it’s back with a vengeance. Two other friends are sitting with the niece and […]
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My kind of town
This is where I’ll be, from Wednesday to early Sunday. I’m leaving my husband and the kids to fend for themselves for five days, and plan on thoroughly enjoying myself. If you’re coming to AWP, too, please be sure to visit me at the Book Fair — Tupelo’s booths are 115/117. I’m 31 weeks along […]
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Winter Ghosts
I’ve been negligent. As I become more obviously pregnant, folks are so obviously and loquaciously delighted, and yes, this new baby, this unexpected girl, is a much-needed bright star in a dark year. How lovely to talk about impending birth instead of death! But it’s exhausting being so grateful all the time. I find myself […]
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Originally posted on Collected Poets Series:
Thursday, February 2, 2012, at 7:00 pm, poets Ellen LaFleche and Jennifer Militello will continue the fifth season of the Collected Poets Series. Mocha Maya’s Coffee House, 47 Bridge St, Shelburne Falls, MA. ($2-5 suggested donation) Ellen LaFleche Ellen LaFleche’s manuscript, Workers’ Rites, won the Philbrick Poetry Prize and was recently… -
Poetry Blessings
Since I’m woefully behind, the new year seems like a good time to catch up and clean the slate and acknowledge all the wonderful publications that have been printing and showcasing my poems this fall. My sincere thanks to them. They all do great work, and I’m so honored to be in such terrific company. (In […]
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Auld Lang Syne
I don’t want to let the year end without saying that, for all of 2011’s sorrows, I am deeply and heartfelt-fully grateful for my family — my boys, my husband, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts, etc. — and all my loyal and loving friends — virtual and otherwise. You remind me of what’s true and dear […]
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The Writing Blues
My children are ever so much more productively writing than I am. Vincent’s discovering the discoveries and challenges of reading and writing, and Aidan is doggedly working on his own mysterious pages. I, on the other hand, have written exactly two poems since my mother died. That Salamander will be publishing one of them in […]
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“Victory has to be rare.”
Between last week’s food poisoning drama and today’s improved health, there was a miscarriage scare and days of bed rest. (Evidently, food poisoning = dehydration + electrolyte imbalance = massive cramping + spotting.) I am grateful beyond reckoning to be on the other side of it, and for my dear friends who helped me through […]
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The Siege
I’ve been more than a little ill with an apparent case of food poisoning. I say “apparent” because I cooked the dinner that Lance and I ate, but he suffered no ill effects while I ended up in the ER after my body began its siege, attempting to void itself of every trace of the […]
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Lost
Every family has one. The lost sheep, the one who just can’t get it right, get happy, the one perpetually heading in the wrong direction. He refuses your good counsel. He listens to no one but himself. After all this time, he should have his shit together. Yes. You’re right. But self-sabotage, self-absorption, plain old […]
Marie Gauthier 