One Poem in Thirty
Each day when I sat down to write, I was aware that I was picking up, in some ways, where my mother had left off. Here’s a poem I wrote to honor all that is left unfinished in each life.
What do you do when poems run dry?
Scraping the bottom of the dry well of inspiration this morning at breakfast, I wondered: “Where is the next poem?” I scooped some yogurt into a bowl, grabbed a section of past editions of the Sunday New York Times that had piled up on the sideboard–and within moments I found my answer.
Why I’m writing 30 poems in 30 days
Some good reasons I’m writing to support immigrants and refugees right now… … and how you can help Hello friends, Despite having a plate overflowing with projects. Despite this pandemic. Not to mention the election: …