blessing everyone

Last week was really busy and kind of brutal on my body and schedule and my housekeeping (honestly, by the weekend it looked like a tornado had hit this place, kind of gruesome–fortunately I’m capable of looking away from stove crumbs). So if I’m behind on replying to your poem or email, I’m sorry. The to-do…

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Thinking of Thursdays

I ended up not leaving the recording of me reading the poem in because it was so damn quiet. Talking to myself is 100% in my practice, but I think I’ve trained myself not to do it too loudly, so I just get quieter as the video continues. But it’s closed captioned, so you can…

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OMG OMG OMG AWP

Monday I heard 4 spectacular poems in response to Brendan Constantine’s “The Needs of the Many,” and Brendan himself will join my groups Tuesday and Wednesday. And then AWP, the best/worst annual conference where all these people I love on the page and in person are in one place and there are so many books…

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We Are Not Done Yet

Some cool shit has been going down. Cool+Scary+Exhausting (like all the best things). And some magical dream stuff. I hope you’ll join us next week. We do lots of shows with the USO. I’ve done a fair number of readings out in the world. But these last few weeks working towards a more integrated single performance have…

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Blurred

Sometimes I do the right thing. Well I do something and it turns out to be right. Sometimes it’s the exact wrong thing. Most of the time I can’t tell which it will be. I came home after the boys were dropped off by their dad. I felt very guilty. I had to be in…

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Belief in Magic

The other night I woke at 1:30, read until 3:30 and then went back to sleep.  It was amazing, as it always is, to be up and feel like time belongs entirely to me.  I can’t plan that–it just happens when it happens, a sort of gift from my body, however inconvenient.   I have…

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Ghostliness

  “I woke up this morning completely tangled up with a child who snores and sleeps with eyes almost fully open. His bony feet are always kicking mine, he head-butts me in the ribcage half the time, and turns and elbows me the other half.  I got up, granted myself the slow luxury of French…

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