And not enough time. But apparently I don't believe in the concept of too much to read. Since attending the AWP conference, I have expanded the number of books, chapbooks and mags in the reading pile until it is almost overwhelming, but not really (never). One thing my mother always said was: "Books are our friends." These days I have plenty of friends hanging around, and I keep asking for more. Here are the titles calling to me: "Nocturnes" by Kathleen Kirk … [Read more...]
T. S. Eliot
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, T. S. Eliot, from The Wasteland … [Read more...]
Spring . . .
I heart u
Constance Vogel Adamkiewicz
Talking To My Heart Cool, isn't it? says the technician smiling as if she had painted your image on the monitor. Who can account for her taste, dear heart? You are a tangled package bound with rivers of string, your tricuspid valve a slit in torn wrapping, your thump-thump a secret trying to escape from its chamber. How shallow the breaths that fluttered against your rib cage. I thought you would collapse like a … [Read more...]
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