I just got a week off from my regular life. A week off from the daily chores, the often mind-numbing routine and the host of “challenges” that life is presenting me with right now. All that to say I went on vacation with some friends and one of my children as we completed a wonderful […]
Cloud Cover: by Devi Laskar Read More »
For Bob and Lea and James, who have done it, and all of my writers at the BWW Writing forces us to show up. That’s the brilliance of it—who would not want to live a life present to the nuanced details that make up that very life, the pain, the beauty, the crusty shadows, the
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My best friend got sick at age 34 and died at age 36. This took place many years ago, and I remain astonished that she’s not here any longer and that I’m so much older now than she’ll ever be. She was unmarried and had no children so all I have left of her
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I often am awed at how great writers are able to grab that one aspect of character and make it manifest in the physical form of their characters. The most famous version of this was Oedipus, gouging out his eyes. Of course, he was blind the whole time — and the act of blinding him
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Recently, I read aloud my poem “What Happens Next” to….an audience! The poem was published in the latest issue of The Tule Review, and the poets who appeared in that review were invited to read their work aloud. It was a fun evening, and it was wonderful to hear the poems read by their authors.
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Re-entry is always a challenge. I have my comments back from my agent. There are six things she wants me to address (add, edit, massage). Six–and then we take the book out on the open market . . . This is exciting and nerve-wracking. I sat down on Monday to begin to address these
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I think I finally know what I want to be when I grow up: a news poet. I was once a journalist for daily newspapers and did a fair amount of crime reporting. I loved it: it was a job that never got tired or boring and every day was different. And I’ve been a
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After a two-month break from working on my novel manuscript, I’m getting ready to dive in again. I’ve been assessing my toolkit and habits so I can work more efficiently and effectively. Two key issues for me have been organizing all of the text I produce in drafts, notes, and journals, and striking a
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I’ve been trying to write a poem about a palm reader for three years and nine months. Actually, I’ve been working on the poem itself for about a week but the particulars about the palm reader and her predictions have been swirling in my head since July 2008. The palm reader was the (late) poet
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“. . . or you write a book and while you write it you are ashamed for every one must think you a silly or a crazy one and yet you write it and you are ashamed, you know you will be laughed at or pitied by every one and you have a queer feeling
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