Tomorrow, July 16, will be the first anniversary of my mother’s death. Recently, when I think of my mother, the same visceral image springs to mind. Over and over: a slit opens in my chest like a fault line in the earth of my body. I picture an inverted mountain, a kind of V, … [Read more...]
May I Hover Like a Gull
…Why not take the smashed pinecone of my life, render it in purple? Why not dream of baking thirteen pies, six bumbleberry, seven sour cherry? Yes, why not? As you may know, I recently dedicated myself to a new writing practice—a promise to copy a poem a day. And here I am … [Read more...]
In the Bee-Loud Glade
I’m adding a new layer to my writing practice and wondered if you want to try it with me. You don’t have to be a writer to do this daily exercise. It will be meaningful to non-writers too, especially right now. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, since before my mom … [Read more...]
Every Cut Has a Kerf
I am delighted to have two poems in Harvard Review this month, one in their gorgeous new print issue and the other online. I am so grateful to the editors at HR for including me alongside so many authors I admire and for taking such care with all of our work. I hope you will … [Read more...]
Resurrection
It’s been a minute. Life has been a bit of a blur. You see, my mom, Barbara Langloss, died of cancer at 8:15am on Tuesday, July 16. She waited for Richard Simmons and Dr. Ruth to get up there before making her fashionably late appearance at the tender age of 76. She didn’t die … [Read more...]
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