AWP-Minneapolis
Forty-something hours in Minneapolis. So much to say. I want to tell you about the panels I attended. I want to tell you about the friends I caught up with and the amazing projects they have in the works. I want to tell you about the people I met “in real life” for the first time. I want to tell you about the Bookfair and my purchases and the (tote-)bagful of items I hauled home.
Monday brings the weekly batch of no-fee competitions/contests, paying submission calls, and jobs for those of us who write (especially those of us who write fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction). (more…)
A Passover Poem (and Its Postscript)
Above, you’ll see a poem that was published for the first time three years ago. The current Passover holiday has inspired me to add a postscript, which you can read over on my other blog.
Poetry Month Prompts & Poems
Monday brings the weekly batch of no-fee competitions/contests, paying submission calls, and jobs for those of us who write (especially those of us who write fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction). (more…)
In which I participate in David Abrams’s “Sunday Sentence” project, sharing the best sentence I’ve read during the past week, “out of context and without commentary.”
My grandmother was the ninth child in an immigrant German farm family, the kind whose idea of a fun game was throwing live chickens at each other.
Source: Courtney Hodell’s “Babes in the Woods,” in Selfish, Shallow, and Self-Absorbed: Sixteen Writers on the Decision Not to Have Kids (edited by Meghan Daum).