I used to like to wear longish skirts with t-shirts or sweaters, as they were very comfy and I’ve always had trouble finding slacks to fit (especially in my twenties and thirties when clothes were sized for a woman 5’4″). This summer I saw a family at the Farmer’s Market. The mother and her four…
We Don’t Always See Clearly Until We Move Closer
I have way more poems suitable for consideration in a manuscript than I realized. I still prefer chaps to a full-length collection. I love the thought of a book of poetry that is short enough to read in one or two sittings. Possible title: Hippy Homesteaders and Other Strangers. For a book of persona poems….
Hmm.
2023
1. Bob doesn’t like this blog’s subtitle. Are you deprecating yourself? he asks. Yes, I answer. My writing career will be tiny. It began in 2015. There will be no lifetime achievement award for me. 2. This year I intend to put together a second chapbook. 3. As a poet, my major themes include love/passion,…
Review of 2022
I’ve been thinking that I accomplished very little in 2022, but that’s why I engage in an end-of-year review: to differentiate between reality and belief. Fatigue and grief have dominated most of my 2022 due to my parents’ decline in health and their deaths. Mom passed away on July 31 at 96 years and Dad…