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Beltane 2013 – union and loneliness
Beltane fell on a Wednesday this year. It’s my favorite holiday, but even though it is a holiday of union, this year it leaves me feeling rather lonely. On Sunday I’d intended to rise early and make the trip across the river … Continue reading
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Tagged beltane, bisexuality, boston poetry, cambridge, cambridge ma, community, current events, glbt, human rights, loneliness, on being a queer poet, paganism, poetry, politics, queer, relationships, religion, society, union, unitarian universalism, workshops
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Spring and All, in the Aftermath
When I was 13 and knew everything, when I was jaundiced as only the very young can be jaundiced, I loved T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I loved its ennui. I loved the flowing, imaginative, and … Continue reading
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Tagged bombing, boston, Boston marathon, early spring, modern poetry, modernism, on being a poet, poetry, solace, spring, springtime in boston, violence, william carlos williams
The day after the Boston marathon bombing
Sudden violence (is there any other kind?) throws the world into sharp relief. Horror that doesn’t speak but roars in the head like the ocean. Magnolias blooming under the crescent moon. It gives things the proper perspective, too. Last night, … Continue reading
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Tagged bombing, Boston marathon, family, gratitude, love, mindfulness, prayforboston, spiritual practice, terrorism, violence
Bring me
Bring me flowers, because flowers die and have to be brought again and again Bring me a stone for which no blood was spilled Bring me cat food, and five grapefruit you bought for five dollars at the grocer’s Bring … Continue reading
Posted in gender and sexuality, my glamorous life, poetry
Tagged army guy, food, love, love poetry, poetry - mine, sound of waves, three thousand miles, water
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How to bear a workshop
I had a wonderful 10-minute conversation with the teacher of the workshop I started attending late last summer. We spoke largely about how difficult it is to bear listening to criticism of one’s own work — how hard it is … Continue reading
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Naturally spacious
The woods, with their natural spaciousness, are not disturbed by the cat Indoors, he jumps and knocks the breakables to the floor, sets us all on edge At breakfast, swing open the screen door and watch him dash over great … Continue reading
Quantity, quality, dubious dichotomy
About six months ago I joined a writing workshop. I’m still not sure whether it was a good decision or a bad decision. One the one hand, there’s the whole “make me a better writer” argument. On the other hand, … Continue reading
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Tagged bad decision, emily dickinson, literature, on writing, poetry, teachers, workshop leader, workshops, writing
january orange
the pale sky fades from white to yellow to blue whiplash branches black against what glow remains– the sky still light at five o’clock inside the car, pull out an orange dig nails into sun driven north one thousand miles, … Continue reading
