I had another post planned. Mostly written. Maybe you’ll see it next week. But I came across this poem by Ocean Vuong, and I just have to share it with you. I spent some days in Maine with the boys this past weekend–24 hours of driving, four nights of sleeping outside, questionable hygiene practices, flip-flop straps covered…
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I just finished the novel Happy are the Happy by French writer Yasmina Reza (no relation), which is told in a series of vignettes/short stories about people who are intertwined–by relationship but less in the interiors of their minds (isn’t that always the thing) and together paint a picture of what middle-aged love looks like (lots…
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It’s been non-stop this week, in so many good ways, and I am a day late on this blog and more days late on other things. There is a short film workshop going on, and my friend Jive is in town leading it. We drive from Bethesda to Ft. Belvoir and back each day and sometimes…
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Thank you, beloveds who called and texted and messaged on Friday and Saturday. There was some breath holding, some sinking into grief. I’m sorry if my responses were slow. My mother was here in the States, but there was a very close person caught in the hostage situation. He made it out alive, but…
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A few weekends ago my friend Ashley and I did a serious ransacking of the Takoma Park Library book sale. Rather than tackling the task of counting out all of our books, the people working the cashbox looked at our stack and estimated–it was like that. Stacks upon stacks. Among the books I brought home…
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I had such a beautiful short trip to Los Angeles with my beautiful mother. And read with some writers I was honored to be in the same room with. A really great night. On the trip, I finished reading the Art of Grace by Susan Kaufman, which had some really Interesting Ideas and a lot of repetition.…
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I don’t know what to say to frame my grief over Sunday’s shooting in Orlando, how to make sense of that kind of broken, hateful, fury. We keep saying that love will overcome everything, but reading the stories of the victims and looking at their pictures, it seems that nightclub was full of love. I…
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Subscribers, sorry for the broken link sent. I meant to put the picture in place to start a draft for Wednesday. Now you know what this week’s prompt might be about. Let’s call it a preview? Happy Monday.
In case you missed the announcements here and on various social media, opportunities to hang out with me and so many poems this week: Thursday at 7:30 pm at The Potter’s House DC Friday at 7:00 pm at Washington ArtWorks (Combat Paper/Warrior Writers Exhibition and reading) I think I was nine or ten in…
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