Today, I read Marilyn Nelson‘s “how i discovered poetry” a “sequence of fifty unrhymed sonnets” that use personal and political events from the time she was four in 1950 to the time she was fourteen in 1960 to build a picture of the life for a girl in a military family. The author never denies […]
I find that I want to write, even if it is just a few sentences to wish those of my faithful and faithless followers who partake in the MAS festivities a very merry Christmas. The nice thing about carving time out each day, generally at the end of the day, to write with Advent candles […]
Today, I started reading The Watsons Go to Birmingham- 1963 by Christopher Paul Curtis. I haven’t gotten past the first chapter, but it is wonderful so far. The story and characters are engaging, the imagery plays across the page, and the cadence of the language feels like home to me. While it is obvious the […]
I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I’m not proud of my address, In the torn-up town, no post code envy Royals, Lorde For one of my classes, I had to stitched together a themed poetry/song anthology aimed at young adults. My anthology, […]
During a trip to Tampa taken earlier this year, which I mentioned in post way back when, I went with my sister and nephew to a mediocre, overpriced sea food restaurant called Whiskey Joe’s. The main reason my sister took us there was that is was a gorgeous day to be sitting on a deck […]
This is not the normal Monday post. Normally, when I do write on Mondays, I try to write about walking/biking/moving. But everything is off kilter. Life is full. Very full. In my work-a-day persona, I am working full-time at the public library. In my do-gooder persona, I’m taking care of a nursing Momma Dog and […]
Things are hopping at The Bishop Family Compound. The various personae (you know every time I write that word I think of Camille Paglia and the shit storm she kicked up and that my dear faithful and faithless followers will help you place me on the temporal map), as I was saying before I went […]
Months ago, I mapped a bit of the Land of Cockaigne (The Big Rock Candy of Cockaigne) and explored a section of the Big Rock Candy Mountain (Drowning in a a Lake of Stew). I wandered and wondered through lands where the hungry are served pancake tables and over the oceans of booze bloating vacationers […]