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Death and Time

© 2017 Death and Time Death loves us. She is there. Always. In the shadows.  Waiting. In our most vulnerable moment, she scoops us up and carts us home, to that place of mystery. She is mother. She sets us … Continue reading

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Walking Shadow

I read that in 1979 there were 79 MFA programs across the country. In 2014, (Flavorwire: “27 Writers on Whether or Not to Get Your MFA”) there were 854. I took my first creative writing class at a community college … Continue reading

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The Weeping Woman

I “live” on the internet, pretty much. Not exactly on social media, like so many. That includes my children, always on Facebook. I suppose most people “live” online these days, “socializing,” or working. Without a computer, I’d have no life … Continue reading

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Write to Be

Over 20 years ago, I said to a poet friend, “I don’t know how to be.” I didn’t. Still really don’t. But I know, to be, I have to write. When I read, I become the work, the poem. When … Continue reading

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Crazy Poets

When I was a freshman in high school, a thousand years ago, I was walking home after school with my sister, who was a sophomore, and a friend of ours, who was my age. Marina (not her real name) was … 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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Up to the Mic, and into the Light

I’m listening to Must Be the Season of the Witch, by Donovan. A song that came out in 1966, a few months before I was buried, I mean, married. I was sixteen. April, the month I was born, there will … Continue reading

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