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California Notebooks, 2014
May 20, 2014
Originally posted on annamosca:
* I’m formless yet so worried about doing and looking forgetting the sweetness of being alive forsaking god somewhere on my own map of events duties and having to have being liked and praised endless strife if I could just stop it a minute to get – that craved drink of…
The Nashville You Haven’t Seen on Nashville <—- This is Music City too.
May 19, 2014
H/t to the Nashville Scene
odd granddaughter
May 16, 2014
Originally posted on Big Blue Dot Y'all:
odd granddaughter sad by the standard of a cloud been ’round so long that i forget where my who my why my what my how my people are. skin cracked from bales of fibrous cotton laughter like spit from the mouth of God eyes keen from too…
The Whiteness Of Writing Workshops
May 6, 2014
Originally posted on The Dish:
Two decades ago, when Junot Diaz arrived at Cornell to pursue his MFA in creative writing, he confronted “the standard problem of MFA programs”: “That shit was too white.” He notes that, in his experience, not much has changed: It’s been twenty years since my workshop days and yet from…
I’m about to do a Poetry Slam — wherever it is you are. #SpokenWord #NationalPoetryMonth
April 24, 2014
Originally posted on Big Blue Dot Y'all:
Retribution Not Lost Apostle Lithium Chronicle On Writing
“…bears it out even to the edge of doom.” #HappyBirthdayShakespeare
April 23, 2014
Happiest of birthdays to William Shakespeare! I had the pleasure of learning Shakespeare from teachers who loved him. My college professor had many passages he knew by memory. He is responsible for encouraging wild abandonment to beauty and truth – all the while being as entertaining and kind as any you’ve met. He challenged me to […]
No Matter What – Treble and Bass.
April 22, 2014
I will always go to music. There is music from every genre that I love. And own (bought, because I like musicians and sound people not to starve). Growing up, my parents kept tight control of the radio. My father was a Southern Baptist Preacher and my mother was the untitled and unacknowledged and unpaid […]
Easter Bunny Blues: An Ex-Christian’s Lament
April 17, 2014
It is Easter. I know, because even though I am not a Christian, I apparently live in a country where Good Friday is a national holiday. (?!?) I also know we are in the midst of a religious holiday (commercialized like all others) because I see bunnies everywhere. And everyone knows Jesus loves bunnies. If […]
“Welcome and entertain them all…” Happy National Poetry Month
April 16, 2014
The Guest House by Rumi: This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them allEven if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor […]
May 20, 2014
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