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Out Like a Lion: March & April Events
I’m deeply glad spring has arrived with more light and coming green. April is Poetry Month, but after attending the AWP Conference in Seattle earlier this month, I already feel steeped in poetry this March, especially poetry community. I loved the chance to spend time and share space with Perugia poets and all the folks that support our press, my CavanKerry community, and so many writer friends at the AWP bookfair and offsite celebrations. I’ve got a few readings coming up in the next week, so the end of March and the turn to April is feeling decidedly un-lamb like. As March roars to a close, I hope to see…
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The Diving Board of December
I’m not entirely sure how we find ourselves in December already. I bet you’re feeling the same way. And I bet we both felt this way last year, and the years before that. And yet, it still surprises, the year drawing to a close, the coming winter. Snow falls softly outside as I write this, our first of the season. As a teacher, I’m always marking milestones. Each semester, I get the chance to start fresh with new groups of students and re-visioned syllabi, while we also consistently hurtle toward endings. I’m both hyper aware of the weeks as they pass and at the same time they blur by in…
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Happy Birthday, Book!
November 2nd marked the first birthday of my first book, Uncertain Acrobats. Abundant thanks to the village who helped bring this book into print and celebrated it with me over the past year. I’m looking forward to commemorating this milestone with a reading for my press, CavanKerry, with my new press mate, Dianne Silvestri. The event is a book launch for Dianne’s beautiful new collection, I Still Have My Fingerprints, and it will be held online on Monday, November 14, at 7:00pm ET. It’s free to attend, but registration is required. In other book news, Uncertain Acrobats was named a finalist for the 2022 Massachusetts Book Award! It was given…
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“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,”
I’m writing from a mixed place of anger and grief as well as one of joy-seeking. When the semester wraps for me, my own reading and writing is able to take a seat at the table for a season, and that’s where I’m at, soaking in a beautiful spring that feels fleeting and like it is spooling out generously all at once. But this May is darkened by war continuing to rage in Ukraine and, here at home, a siege on reproductive rights for women while at the same time we have failed once more to protect children and teachers from being murdered at their elementary school and Black people…
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Poetry Month Roundup
It’s the end of April, the month we celebrate poetry and the real arrival of spring. Already the forsythia are starting to leaf out green amidst the yellow blossoms that always cheer me to the core come April. I’m trying to notice the yellow each day before it’s gone again, but what follows is so beautiful that it’s hard to mind how fast spring catapults through the calendar. It’s been a minute since I posted last, which often happens when the semester heats up. I had a lovely reading for the Gallery of Readers series with one of my writing groups in late February. Check out the video recording featuring…