Collecting

   I write poems in several different ways: In a regular paper journal that travels around with me In another really thick journal that stays on my bedside table On scraps of paper/in the margins of things In various oddly titled Google docs on my phone or iPad In a Word document appropriately titled (least...
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Lives

This weekend I visited an awesome papermaking/letterpress studio some dear friends have set up near Ithaca.  I traveled there to collaborate on an art book.  I wrote the poem.  I think this is the first time I’ve collaborated with this many people on an idea of my own. We looked very seriously at every choice–turning...
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One for the kids

I am going to write this essay.  I have been struggling with it.  All week long. Maybe longer. The thread of logic is unspooling slowly, I am trying to keep pace, to hold it and go where it leads me. I’ve almost worked it out. I’m really almost there.  But I keep watching the video...
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Listen

   Last week we played “If I were to win the lottery…” a lot (which I won’t because I don’t play).  But if somehow I did come by a ton of money, I would call up this kid named Mohsin.  I teased him and pinched his cheeks and goaded him into riding roller coasters when...
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The View from the Bottom

Sorry for the half post earlier–I uploaded the picture and then meant to hit save but ended up publishing, which then sent subscribers an email with a broken link.  Thanks for looking out.  This picture, by the way, is of a young fellow who keeps taking the book I’m reading to read for himself.  He...
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The Bed, A Ghazal

The other morning my younger son asked me two questions that were important. 1. What is the statistical likelihood that a person will marry the person they are dating in highschool versus the odds that one will move away versus the likelihood that they will break up? I’m packing his sandwich, I have one earring...
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5 Wishes

My favorite non-fiction writer, you may or may not know, is Annie Dillard.  Her clean, spare, breathtaking descriptions, her trust in the reader to keep up.  Her honesty, her ability to remember her child self and imagine the wild thinking of animals.  Long ago, when I first began writing seriously, I was so completely relieved to read The Writing...
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Weekend Reading

  My mother is back in town and on her first evening back has provided me (and therefore you) with the following gems: -She offered my younger son $20/inch to cut his ridiculous face-covering bang. She looked at him for maybe an hour and asked me, “How can you stand this?” And offered to buy...
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Preparation

   This Wednesday, December 16, 2015, I am participating in something awesome.  You can come, and read a poem in your pajamas.  I’d love to hear your words.  There’s a link to RSVP on my events page.  Details are below. 8pm – 9:15pm (Eastern) Format for the Meeting: Kelly will interview the special guest for...
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This will pass, and that too

This is my friend Ashley.  She says things like, “I can’t be a failure, I’m not done yet.” In conversation.  And I write them down.  She is my closest reader, my gentle and firm most honest critic, and my greatest cheerleader/editor.  We are not always the best for one another. Once we had to flee...
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