Writing again has been nice. Itโs been about three years since Iโve posted regularly on WordPress. During that time, my life went through some transformational changes, some painful, all beautiful. Poetry has always remained a backdrop to these changes, and now it has come forward once again. For how long? I donโt know. However, I do know Iโll enjoy it while it lasts. I think thatโs true for all areas of life. Donโt you?
My most recent poems are pictured above. I post daily on Instagram, so come see me there when you can.
It was great to drop in on a few of your sites recently and read your amazing poetry and other creative works.
This past year, Iโve been super busy, both personally and professionally.
Personally, Iโve taken to traveling and am actually currently typing this blog post in London while my life partner reads upstairs in the hotel we are staying in. Itโs been a wild year, full of love, light, and discomfort too, as Iโve been asked to grow more and to grow in new ways, yet all of it has been amazing.
Professionally, I and the newly expanded team are doing well. We are currently creating the next academic yearโs work, which requires a lot of strategic thinking and planning.
Though Iโve not been writing much at all, I am planning to begin to write more each week and to also visit the blogosphere as my schedule allows.
I am always honored to have my poetry at MasticadoresIndiaand MasticadoresUSA. It is a blessing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Terveen, and Barbara for always supporting my work; and, thank you to each of you for continuing to read, like, and comment on my poems on these two exceptional online magazines.
We Are Poetry: Lessons I Didnโt Learn in a Textbook, by Kym Gordon Moore
I was elated to receive Kym Gordon Mooreโs new book about a month ago, and though Iโve only read a few selected chapters thus far, I can write here that it is an amazing read. Here is an example:
I Am
โThey say I am nothing
in my someone-ness
traverse into a flow
of the seen but not heard
nonexistent, divisible where liberty is not just
not considered worthy to speak,
or to be respected
just an invisible occupation of space,
you think that of me
yet my existence is more
than the archives of silence
I am.
Refusing to conform [โฆ]โ
Absolutely stunning. If youโve not yet picked up a copy of this amazing book, you can do so here.
Update on Me
It was great to catch up with many of you last night. I am doing very well, and enjoying the travels. There is so much beauty in the world, and it is a privilege, and a joy to get out and see it.
Today, I am off to see Justin, which will be a lot of fun. We will do some shopping, and farmerโs marketing on Sunday, and then we are going to see the Portland Trailblazers on Sunday night. Iโve not been to an event of this size in years, thus Iโm filled with excitement and some anxiety. Very normal.
I look forward to catching up with all of you again next weekend.
I was elated last month when Victoria Onofrei of Bloomsbury Radio sent me a message inviting me to an interview on her radio show. The interview was conducted a couple of weeks ago via Zoom. Victoria is a lovely host, and a delightful conversationalist. It was great fun.
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, cosmic radiance, is now available atMasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
cosmic radiance
I walk along the forest floor, watching as the mysteries pour forth
blooming evergreen weeds, struggling up through the ground
looking to see if anyoneโs around
they always wink at me relating a resilience
and a broad-spectrum playfulnessโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Earth Our Home, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Earth Our Home
I sit atop the stairs, reminiscing on times fair, and difficult beyond repair. As the pain continues to arise, and the memories flood my mind, my heart continues to wage a war with love at the center of despair.
I pick myself up, dust off the self, andโฆ
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!