Famous

We’ve had some loss in the community this week, and it’s really hard to reconcile. Reach out when the dark begins to close in, sometimes just being in the company of other breathing laughing crying souls is what it takes to make it another day. This Friday October 20th at 7 pm, come join us…

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Reread the Instructions

Not much time to ramble today. I’m sort of in the middle of some things and I woke up before the NYT email which makes me exceedingly happy. The coffee is very (maybe too) strong and I’ve had some lovely friend time for the past few days (including a writing group in a beautiful sunroom…

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Out of Love with Ordinary

I made this hilarious joke on Instagram and I don’t feel like it was properly appreciated. I even texted a bunch of people to ask them why they hadn’t responded appropriately to my hilarious joke. I think they just didn’t see it enough times, so I’m making it again here. See? Because the only thing that…

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A Tough Language

I’m reading Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, Jeanette Winterson’s memoir. It arrived as a gift, straight to my door because someone lovely really gets where I am right now. Winterson writes: So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be…

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Diving and Gathering

  I am deep in some poems, though not as deep as I’d like to be (or rather, I have to come up for air and work and coffee and friendship and such). I’m reading and rereading Diving into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich and I looked at this amazing piece of artwork (above) up close…

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How to Love

 My sons don’t know a world without 9/11. There will soon be adults who have only existed in a post-9/11 world. What a hard place they’ve arrived in. In an interview (read it, she’s so lovely and it shines and shines in this interview) for a series with the Library of Congress, Aracelis Girmay says, I am amazed…

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Purpose and Perception

I’ve been facing inward big time over the past week or so. Sleeping more than usual, emailing/texting the bare minimum. I’m not ghosting you, I’m just weird and purposeful right now, and really present where I am. I have this quote by Romare Bearden written on a piece of watercolor paper that leans inside my…

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The Essay

1. I am writing this post from a blanket on the grass at soccer practice. Soccer practice has begun, and next week school, and the next week breakdancing. Brown leaves are scattered across the grass, and three white dogs are roughhousing nearby and I’m wearing the most comfortable jeans ever and things almost seem steady…

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Rare Occurences

Last week began with a meeting at the US Botanical Garden (where three rare Corpse Flowers are blooming at once–go see them!!!) and ended with the unlikely occurrence of seeing people I have come to love from all these different places come together around a fire. It wasn’t a coincidence that all these people were…

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What was lost

I’m running around like a ghost with a poem stuck in her throat. I’ve been waking up with fragments of really boring, everyday dreams: germinating seeds to plant, plausible emails from jerks, dreams that aren’t all that distinct from reality. Jeez. Can’t catch a break. Because I don’t want to be the sort of person who writes yoga poems,…

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