A Little Light, a Tree & a Breeze

 Day after day, day after still day,The summer has begun to pass away… -from Summer’s Elegy, by Howard Nemerov I can’t be sure, but I think we’ve come to the part of the summer where we’re tilting a little too heavily toward the fall. You...

Keep Coming Back

And so, after a couple of fairly unproductive days of writing – or – not writing – as the case was – days where I’d meant well, had made a little nest on the couch, surrounding myself with not only a pile of bills, but a list of writing assignments...

Suzy Was Here

  “Come on Gal!  Hit the ball!  God dammit!”   This is the sound of my 77-year-old Mother shouting at herself during her tennis lesson this morning.   “No! No! No!” she screams as she slams the racquet into the ball.   “Move it!” she shouts,...

Does This Blog Post Make Me Look Fat?

“Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.”   –      Agnes De Mille...

Poetry Saves the Day * Meet Alison Luterman

25 years ago I was introduced to a world of poets who would change everything I thought I knew about poetry – which wasn’t much. I didn’t have a traditional education – grew up in hippy alternative schools in Los Angeles – didn’t...