Being Present-National Poetry Month
It is easy to forget that where you are is where you need to be. The past two weeks were the first large edit of my new novel in verse. Printed sections. Pieces moved around and moved again. Words cut. Poems combined. A story uncovered. Novels in verse had a moment. They had a moment when they were the moment, the feeling, the breathing, the burning that everyone wanted. That moment passed. Their internal scrapes, grooves, molding of how I feel my writing, still rema
Living Conditions
When I drive through town, sometimes I flinch. The crumpled brown up ahead. What is it? Could it be? How could it be anything but. ....
Una(custom)ed to Your story
Saturday was Purim, but my family dressed up all week. Old costumes. Cobbled together costumes. Hand me down costumes. Almost not a costume. And, the final costume was THE costume for the year. I wrote about Purim and Ester often for blog posts. Feminism. Identity. Both are close to center for me. Ideas of being seen or unseen. Courage to ask to be seen. Anthologies are the best way to find both intersectionality and steps forward towards belonging. They celebrat
