Every day is a reenactment of the creation story.
The opening line of Joy Harjo’s poem, “A Postcolonial Tale,” found me just in time….
Take a Peek Inside Our Wonderful World of Stories
Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it
When younger, I was an ardent lover of movies, of cinema. From Cocteau to Kurosawa, Keaton to Kubrick, watching a great film was a near religious experience. Images and words…
Catch and Release
Scholastic book order day in Mrs. Rader’s sixth-grade English class was my favorite. Once, I thumbed through the newsprint leaflet and selected a poetry anthology called Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle.
If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn
I entered teaching as a writer, and remain one. I had spent 10 years as a journalist and the habits of writing every single day stuck with me even as I changed careers.
A Role Model, She is Not
The words stream through my mind; enveloping me in rich, voluptuous warmth. Deep in my chest, I feel the tender acquiescence to an irresistible force. I wallow in these lines. And I one-hundred-percent reject them…
Shift the plot
In Lynn Ungar’s poem, “In the Moment,” there is a gentle, almost chiding, call for us to step back from railing that “everything has gone off script” (which is both futile and exhausting), and instead “play the scene you’re in.”