I have been typing and typing, but no words. Numbers instead. Little robot doing repetitive tasks. The nerves are dead. Open your hands for me. They’re too soft. I can almost feel the blood. They might make nice replacements. In November, I attended the Miami Book Fair with an old...
I am not going to launch into a reintroduction or make excuses because I promised I wouldn’t last time. I will just say things as they are. A few months ago, I was asked to help read submissions for Keyhole Magazine, which I happily agreed to. They now have a...
It has been far too long. I promise that will be the last time I write that on here. Fortunately, I do have things to say. Mostly, I’ve been writing for myself. When are you not, you might ask. Well, let’s be more specific: I have been writing in my...
Perfect for the holidays, here is Emily Dickinson’s recipe for gingerbread. Special thanks to my dear friend Caitlin for this find: Tori Amos talks about how poetry has inspired her and recites “Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath. Very eloquent and moving interview. The lovely people at Foxing Quarterly are looking...
This year has been both fast and quite strange. The weather is cooling down for once and being consistent with its pleasant breezes, which never happens during the “winter” holidays in Florida. Usually it is sweltering and uncomfortable and I’m unable to wear all the jackets I want to. I...