Thursday, January 31, 2008
A woman comes into the bookstore
late for the reading. Already the poet stands
at the podium, book open, his voice moving precipitously
over the page as if it were bruised skin and each word
printed there not a word at all, but a wound.
The late arrival takes the seat next to me,
no greeting or nod, she is already absorbing the poem,
the longing inside her stronger than anything
the poet might say. Her name may be Susan or Carol,
or even Isabelle, but she is just as likely to answer
to dirty floors, coupons, Clorox, aluminum foil.
She wears her life in the strands of hair
coming loose from the rubber band
looped around it, and in the man's shirt
drooping off her shoulders.
I smell her history in the cigarette smoke lifting off her coat
when she moves to hang the garment
across the chair's curved back.
Her needs show in her cheap shoes, discolored teeth,
and dark half-moons deepening her eyes.
And here I find the proof of her longing.
It is in the single red glove
clutched in her hand, and in the way she wrings it
like a cloth soaked with blood.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
This week has been especially full with the release of my poetry book, Forms of Intercession (Mayapple Press). If you haven't bought a copy yet, stop reading this and get thyself over to Amazon.com or Mayapple's webpage and order one now! Better yet, buy two. Oh, what the heck, why not three? Lol!
In between sending out review copies and spreading the word about my new book, I also completed an author questionnaire for Algonquin Books and sent them a photo. My son took the photo. I told him I'd raise his allowance if he made me look twenty instead of (gasp) forty-five. Considering how hard he laughed, I should make that child pick up pop bottles for the rest of his life. (When I was a girl, collecting soda pop bottles that had been tossed into ditches was a way to earn some extra cash.)
I've been working on my poem and letter for billet-doux, the love letter project to be released by Dancing Girl Press. My parents visited this weekend and helped me stuff the envelopes. Now I'm waiting for the scented silk rose petals and vintage stickers to arrive. Watch for the finished project around Valentines Day.
I've also been keeping up with the political news as much as I can. I watched the Democratic debate last night. More squabbling than I like to hear, but I think it is to be expected with the race so close. Obama definitely needs to win South Carolina to move forward in this contest. I think he can pull it off. I heard that Stephen King is endorsing Barack Obama, too. I'm telling you, great minds think alike. Lol!
After school today, my oldest son is going to register to vote. He once asked me if "Daddy votes Democrat, too." My answer: "I'm still married to him, aren't I?" Lol!
And last, but not least, I have two new poems up at Thieves Jargon.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
This has nothing to do with either politics or writing, but I have to say that I cringe every time the AOL news hightlights show Donald Trump criticizing Angelina Jolie. Not only is Jolie arguably one of the most beautiful women on the planet, she is an Academy award winning actress, the mother of four lovely children, a devoted humanitarian, and she gets to sleep with Brad Pitt. Come on, now. The Donald must be inhaling too much hairspray; the resulting brain damage is all too apparent. Oh, to be both rich and pathetic in one lifetime.
Some recent poems are up online:
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Friday, January 4, 2008
I'm delighted that Press1 has accepted two poems ("Protocol" and "Life with Frederic on Cassatt Street) for their next issue. Press1 is relatively new, but the first issue featured amazing work. It was here that I first came across Leonard Gontarek’s poems. His collection, Deja Vu Diner, published by Autumn House Press in 2006, is one of my recent favorites.
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