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A MONTH OF MAGICAL THINKING: ENTERING ROOMS

(For a matter of months I’ve drafted an entry intended for this blog and every approach to the keyboard was met with a cleansing sigh of...

VOICES

The first cassette recorder I ever bought was the first adult machine I’d ever owned and it felt so thrilling it made me nervous. I...

Reading In Public

I consider poetry ‘work’—reading it, representing it, writing it. Whereas my actual 9-5 means little of nothing to me. A solid exchange...

The Box

The Box

The holidays are not one of my favorite things– not that there’s been much worth reporting. Time seemed to slow to a crawl from...

The Week In Retreat

Thanks to my book , the Academy of American Poets gifted me a solid week writing retreat at the historic and gorgeous Betsy Hotel on...

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