I’ve decided I want to be a witch. It started with a book I read a few weeks back, one of those that goes on bouncing around inside my head long after I finished the last page. Cackle, by Rachel Harrison, is the story of Annie, who moves to a … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 14
A Light Exists in Spring Emily Dickinson A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period – When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 13
! An Angry Poem About Peace by Michael Shepherd This is an angry poem. About those weasel phrases which blow like paper in the street going nowhere, hiding truth, helping us to deceive ourselves. 'The pee-yus pro-sayus' - say … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 12
Regarding Chainsaws Hayden Carruth The first chainsaw I owned was years ago, an old yellow McCulloch that wouldn’t start. Bo Bremmer give it to me that was my friend, though I’ve had enemies couldn’t of done no worse. I took it to Ward’s over … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day One
Every year or so, I resolve to post a poem a day for National Poetry Month. Mostly, I fail, but I am a persistent starter. Here's day one, from Limericking: Mike Pence, an adult who is grown, Cannot sit with women alone. However, he can Stand … [Read more...]
Books I read in June
My husband and daughter left me AGAIN in June, though this time for a shorter period of time. Also at the beginning of the month, I got sick. Like, running a fever, feel like death, coughing so much I couldn't sleep in the same bed with my husband … [Read more...]
Books I read in May
As some of you may know, my husband left for nine days in Ireland and Scotland in May. So in addition to binge-watching two and a half seasons of Orphan Black, I also did a lot of reading. I read at least sixteen books in May. It's hard to tell on … [Read more...]
Book Review: The Open Road
The Open Road: The Global Journey of the Fourteenth Dalai Lama, by Pico Iyer, is not a biography. It’s not a treatise on Tibetan Buddhism or an examination of the political situation of Tibet as a nation. Pico Iyer is a travel writer, so true to the … [Read more...]
Books I’ve read so far this summer
It's that time of summer when the waiting begins. Going outside at least several times a day to check the length of the little eggplant forming. The size of the pepper. The color of the tomatoes hanging on the vine. Before the next wave of … [Read more...]
Indiana Book Review: The Circus in Winter
Here’s an important lesson I recently learned–when you’re going to a writer’s conference, read the books written by the authors who will be leading workshops and teaching classes. Otherwise you might miss out. This summer, I went to the Midwest … [Read more...]