Writing

Thoughts on Donna Haraway’s “Staying with the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene”

"Good stories reach into rich pasts to sustain thick presents to keep the story going for those who come after." I recently, and after a good four months of slow reading, finished Donna Haraway's amazing book Staying With the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene.  It was possibly the most challenging and most rewarding book… Continue reading Thoughts on Donna Haraway’s “Staying with the Trouble: Making Kin in the Chthulucene”

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Writing

Pomes 1.14.17

Lost What it is, is not lost. It lives in the quiet      spaces            between things where everything has already happened. It is never lost. We are here. You and I are here now. It is not lost only - - - changing has always been      … Continue reading Pomes 1.14.17

Writing

Artist Residency at the Sou’wester Lodge

In mid-December I went to the Washington coast and stayed at the Sou'wester Lodge for 5 nights.  They have an artist residency program- you apply with a short questionnaire and a sample of work and if accepted, pay a drastically reduced rate for a Sunday-Friday stay.  I asked for a cabin with a bathtub and my… Continue reading Artist Residency at the Sou’wester Lodge

Writing

What Is Remembered Lives: R.I.P Philip Levine

Philip Levine was the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2011-2012. He wrote beautiful poems based on his blue collar life in Detroit, combining working class life with a depth of spirit that was often startling to read. He died yesterday.  You should read Last Words and Our Valley and especially: Picture Postcard From The Other World Since I don't… Continue reading What Is Remembered Lives: R.I.P Philip Levine

Taxi Cab Stories, Writing

The Only Girl I’ve Ever Loved Was Born With Roses in Her Eyes

The woman climbed slowly into the front seat of the cab, assisted by her daughter.  When she was settled, the daughter went back into the bar to find the rest of their party.  The woman was very small, and bent almost double by age, she seemed even tinier, a faery gnome in a blue knit… Continue reading The Only Girl I’ve Ever Loved Was Born With Roses in Her Eyes

Writing

On Imbolc, Sadness, Being Gentle with Yourself, the Kindness of Strangers, and Getting the F^#$ Out of the House

I've been having a hard time getting out of bed this week. This is nothing new for me.  I spent a really long time being depressed.  Like, most of 20 years.  The mornings are still a rough time.  I wake up feeling sad, or lonely, or anxious for no apparent reason, or worried about whatever… Continue reading On Imbolc, Sadness, Being Gentle with Yourself, the Kindness of Strangers, and Getting the F^#$ Out of the House