A place for language, poetry, domesticity, and the Ice
Today was a good day. I got to spend most of it with my good friend Papatya, just hanging out and re-capping the end of another AWP. This year was different in a lot of ways. I didn’t go to one poetry reading, which is blasphemous in some people’s eyes, but I don’t think I [...]
Traditionally, by the Saturday of AWP, my cohorts and me are so burned out and tired of craft talk, business talk, and readings that we need a break. So we typically go to a museum. This is made most easy in Chicago, when we go to the Art Institute, but here, we went to the [...]
This was a good first day of AWP in Denver. We took the train downtown, which is so much easier than driving, and had breakfast with Oliver, which is always a good tradition. The hardest part of AWP for me is so many panels that I’ve heard before… bound to happen when you go to [...]
Last night I had a very long dream about not getting the right yarn at Michael’s to make baby blankets. I was looking and looking, but no color had enough to make a blanket. I looked in every bin, more than once, and no one could help me. Every time I thought I had it, [...]