But bad stuff does happen. Wednesday evening, for instance, while my 18-year-old and I were on our way to a homework date, another car slammed into ours in a parking lot. The driver wasn’t able to explain why she was zipping along so fast. Our car had to be towed, and we were lucky it […]
The only complaint I can make about my trip to Ireland is that it was too short. Nonetheless, in two weeks time, Carla and managed to squeeze in an amazing amount of touring, sight-seeing, and poetry. I thought that I would blog about it, my very first day back, and the next…and the next. But […]
Well, right now, I’m writing from the Lynnwood branch of Sno-Isle libraries. But by tomorrow afternoon I’ll be on the road to meet my friend Carla in Bellingham, and the next morning at 8 a.m. we’ll be on an Air Canada flight to Dublin, Ireland. Just, wow. What Carla has in mind is a poet’s tour of Ireland, […]
During Postcard Poetry Month, otherwise known as “August,” I decided that instead of merely writing a postcard poem per day and mailing it to (usually) a complete stranger, I would focus on Emily Dickinson (1830-1885). I posted about this on the blog a while back, and shared the rules—er, guidelines—I had decided to follow. But […]