Tag Archives: writing

Quantity, quality, dubious dichotomy

Posted on January 31, 2013 by

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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polishing the stone, perfecting the craft

Posted on October 2, 2012 by

I was quite regular with my posts but have gotten rather shy of late. In September I signed up for some sessions at this workshop. It’s the largest commitment of time and resources I’ve dedicated to a writing workshop of … Continue reading →

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Rest in Peace Adrienne Rich: Fellow Poet, Feminist, Queer Woman, Trail-Blazer

Posted on April 5, 2012 by

Last week, I was about to board a plan to San Francisco when I saw Adrienne Rich’s obituary on the front page of the New York Times. It’s hard to describe Adrienne Rich’s impact on my life with grace and … Continue reading →

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From the archives: In Pura’s voice

Posted on October 4, 2011 by

From the archives, a character study I started in 1998. Would you like to hear more of her story? In Pura’s voice She turned out to be just like all the other bitches. After all I did for her, she … Continue reading →

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Writer’s block vs the Chilean Mine Disaster

Posted on September 7, 2011 by

When you neglect your work it’s like a mine disaster I think of all the people trapped inside you (after Richard Brautigan)

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This is just to say (or, a spiritual petit four)

Posted on March 22, 2011 by

Too much to say, not enough to say. This is just to say that I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were — No, that’s what William Carlos Williams said. A little while ago … Continue reading →

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Yin work (from Treehouse Chronicles)

Posted on November 24, 2009 by

“If someone climbs quietly up to the treehouse and peeks at me through the window while I’m working, they may think I’m merely taking a nap. This is a part of the work of solitude, part of being with me. … Continue reading →

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Of Shortbus and Selkies

Posted on May 2, 2009 by

This morning I was indulging in a bit of self-flagellation about my writing, or lack thereof, and I remembered something said to me some months back. It was something along the lines of “it doesn’t really matter how you write, … Continue reading →

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Alison Townsend in Mudlark: Demeter and Persephone

Posted on April 14, 2009 by

One of my favorite myths. From Demeter Faces Facts (second poem down) Without even meaning to, she’s gone underground, the face whose curve you shaped with your own hand, fugitive, a sullen stranger’s you’ll never touch the same way again. … Continue reading →

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Protected: Fear is the mind-killer (New Year’s reflections)

Posted on January 1, 2009 by

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