"I am trying to hold in one steady glance / all the parts of my life." — Adrienne Rich, from the poem "Toward the Solstice"
I saw a poem a day or two ago on Poetry Daily that awed me. Be warned, it’s dark, but I was so impressed with it, I had to share it. It’s called “Death by My Son,” by Frank Giampietro. I might have to track down more of his work. Read the poem here.
While I was at Smith College, probably in the spring semester of 1994, I took an American Theater class. It was there that I first heard of August Wilson, and read his award-winning play, Fences. I don’t actually read too many plays, but I’ve always enjoyed attending the performances. (Thinking…
(Cross-posting a LibraryThing review. Crossing my fingers that I’ve smoothed out my formatting issues.) I am very grateful to Beacon Press and LibraryThing for the opportunity to review Mary Oliver’s latest book of poetry, Evidence, through LibraryThing’s Early Reviewers program. I’ve been reading Oliver’s poetry for the past few years,…
At the moment, the manuscript of my first novel has seventeen chapters. I’ve submitted most of it to my editing team, three or four chapters at a time, and most of their feedback has been fantastic, and just the right amount of pointing out confusing things or minor errors, and…