Tag: poetry
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Let it snow! (Baby, it’s cold outside…)
Finally, the day after Christmas, we’re having our first real honest-to-goodness snow storm! There’s nowhere we have to be, plenty of milk, cream, cocoa, tea, and coffee (covering the holy trinity of hot beverages) on hand, and thus we can hunker down and enjoy the view. With me and the boys down with colds, visiting […]
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A Life of Plenty
Gennady Privedentsev, “Still life with horn of plenty” Spell to Be Said upon Waking Trout’s maculate body, delible house of the wasps’ nests, white face of the horse — Draw close. A shadow closes your foxgrass, lichens your boulders. Cloudy the vow of the leaf in the water. Lion, where is your hunger? Come tortoise, […]
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The Giller Kerfuffle & the Challenges of the Small Press & Carmine Starnino
There’s nothing wrong with making money, not a bit, but if you’re looking for a fat profit, the literary world, and the world of the small press, is the wrong place to be looking. So let me begin by acknowledging all the brave hearts who put their all into publishing necessary books in beautiful editions […]
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Squared
Holy smokes, it’s November. This is when I really began to panic. Not because of the holidays or shopping — we simply don’t participate that way — but because of what it all represents: the end of another year, the lightning passage of time. If you haven’t noticed, it’s speeding up. Someone needs to look […]
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Intimations of Mortality
Lately I’m expending a lot of effort feeling frustrated by the lagging response times of most of the journals I’ve submitted to, fighting the urge to dash off mild yet curious emails regarding my poems. I feel stymied, depressed. Lately I’m frustrated by my failure to stabilize Aidan’s ever-erratic sleep schedule, my attempts at weaning, […]
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Confession Tuesday, my occasional contribution:
Kelli, January, and others have fuller line-ups of participating confessors, so travel yonder for directions. I’m so far behind I’m still mired in September. My bottom’s still broken, but the pain is becoming more manageable/tolerable; also, my husband took a buzz saw to the stairs — the top stair hung over the second by a […]
Marie Gauthier 