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…
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…
“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…
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…
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…
“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…
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…
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…
For a change — Life!
It’s been a ridiculous year. First my mother died. Then my brother-in-law’s sister. Then my cousin. And three weeks ago, my cat. My cat! This is not going to be a “Woe is me” petulant post, if you’re worried — but damn. So, just when you think you just can’t catch a break, life upsets…
Let’s be still a moment & welcome the melancholy autumn
* * This is lovely, and aching, and I don’t really feel like adding anything to that right now.