Tag: poetry
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Waterlight, by Kathleen Jamie.
One of the more inconvenient aspects of parenthood, for me, is that I can’t simply sit down and read a book whenever the mood strikes, which used to be pretty much all the time. But I did manage to carve out a fair amount of time this weekend to spend with the Scottish poet Kathleen…
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“Good job, Mommy!”
My life day to day was lived through ordinary actions and powerful emotions. But the more ordinary, actual, the more intense the day I lived. The more I lifted a child, conscious of nothing but the sweetness of a child’s skin, or the light behind an apple tree, or rain on slates, the more language…
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Not Us.
Usually I find Mark Halliday not my cup of tea, but this poem, especially when read aloud, is devastating. (This being WordPress, do I need to mention that the formatting is not quite right?) Not Us He had congestive heart failure with fluid in the lungs and she had a tumorous kidney removed. All this…
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CPS & the Brat Lit Fest
Not only did I have the great fortune to see and hear Carol Frost and Michael Waters at the Collected Poets Series reading this past Thursday, but then I was able repeat the experience as they both took part in the Brattleboro Literary Festival this weekend. In addition to the comedy duo of Alan Cheuse…
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Pleasures of the Quotidian.
After what has been a time of submission silence, and week of personal strangeness, this evening I received a clutch of emails from journals, and not an actual rejection among them. One acknowledged receiving my submission (sent 44 days ago), and assured me I’d hear from them again with 4-8 weeks. One apologized for the…
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Lea Banks, All of Me: The Launch!
Tonight was the official launch of my dear friend Lea’s debut chapbook, All of Me, published by Shelburne Falls’ own Booksmyth Press, a.k.a. that one-woman phenom, Maureen Moore. (And isn’t that cover art, Daphne, by Lilliana Pereira, just amazing?) We were early, so Vincent & Lance ended up departing for the short walk home before…
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What I’m reading:
After the long spate of fiction I zipped through this summer, I’ve been unable to get back into novels again. One of the last I read, Pocketful of Names, by Joe Coomer (which has the absolute worst cover, seriously, what was Graywolf thinking?), I loved so much. I deeply identified with Hannah, the curmudgeonly young…
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A Preponderance of Grief.
Not only did I get the two reviews I’d committed to writing written (one on Carol Frost, the other on Ellen Bryant Voigt), but I got them done early, a minor miracle. So they were published early. Reading them in printed form, I discovered something I hadn’t noticed in the absorption of writing — both…
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Wandering Middle-of-the-Night Thoughts.
A week gone, textbook rush is half-way through… * It was about 3 a.m.. I was sitting up in bed against a mound of pillows, in the dark, unable to sleep due to a bout of heartburn (thank you, pregnancy!), and bad dreams (ditto!). Driving home from the store last night, I heard a Geico…
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C&R Press to the rescue.
Those of you following the travails of Stacey Lynn Brown will be happy to know that, according to Ryan Van Cleave’s blog, his non-profit press, C&R Press, will publish Brown’s Cradle Song this winter. Huzzah for happy endings! * In other news, the fall textbook rush begins this weekend, so there’s a distinct possibility that…
Marie Gauthier 