Category Archives: Reading

Women Writers

I’m reading Eileen Myles. I didn’t know who she was, until I read an article about a “punk poet.” Two words I’m drawn to–“Punk” and “Poet.” Two words I love. Later, I come across her own words: “Can I just … Continue reading

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Reading, Writing, Wondering

I had always said I would never read on a device. I had always said I would never have a cell phone. Well, you know what they say about “never.” As for “always,” it really can’t be projected into the … Continue reading

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Bukowski, Shakespeare, Dickinson, Plath

I might be closing up this experimental blog soon. I’m growing bored with it. I didn’t know how to work WP when I first got here, learned as I went along. Still don’t understand everything, but I got the basics … Continue reading

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(About) Poetry and Me

I used to think Emily Dickinson lived a beautiful life, shut away in her room, writing poetry, secluded, solitary, reclusive. As a teenager, I thought, What a great way to live! For most my life I believed that. I envied … Continue reading

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Writers and Wannabe’s

When I took my first creative writing class, at a community college, back in 1980, the class wasn’t crowded. We were a tiny group, less than a dozen, that returned each semester. But after a couple of years, it got … Continue reading

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Christmas is Hell

This year, Christmas went all right. I envy people who get excited, people who say it’s their favorite time of year. It isn’t my favorite time at all. It’s the worst. Every year, I brace myself, starting on November 1st. … Continue reading

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“Childhoods Are a Blast Out of Hell”

When I was around three, I had a fever that caused me to hallucinate. I saw snakes. I screamed, “Vívoras, vívoras,” and tried to push away the (invisible) snakes. (Spanish was the first language I learned, though I can barely … Continue reading

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