california: 110/365

california: 110/365

It’s a little after ten here in California where we’re visiting our son, and we just got back to our hotel room. I have no interest at all in writing this post. Which is interesting because someone just commented on #76 so it’s fresh in my mind. And...
journey: 108/365

journey: 108/365

It’s the last day of National Poetry Month so I wanted to give you some bits of a Mary Oliver poem I discovered on January 11th of this year, on the plane headed to Provincetown–“The Journey,” which you can find in Dream Work, a wonderful...
ruined: 107/365

ruined: 107/365

Well they’re not ruined… but that’s what it felt like at first. Right after I wrote the post yesterday, I had all my books spread out around me–on the sofa, on the floor, on the table–and I went to put my computer down on the table,...
undone: 106/365

undone: 106/365

Wherever I go, I always take at least one book of poetry. This time, I brought three, and since there are still two days remaining in National Poetry Month, I thought I would tell you which books I brought, none of which I opened, but as my mother says of unworn shoes...
done: 105/365

done: 105/365

My brain is fried. But I’m finished with this draft. Will sleep on it and maybe fiddle with it in the morning, maybe not. And then off it will go to my agent. I usually give myself all sorts of deadlines (as you’ve now witnessed), but for this draft, I let...