What Are We Waiting For?

After careful consideration--wait for it!--I've decided that waiting is bad for me. Why am I always waiting? And why am I sometimes unaware of what exactly I'm waiting for? As a poet, my waiting habit has been fed and nurtured. I write a first draft, second, third, and on up the abacus of practice until … Continue reading What Are We Waiting For?


Sharon Olds’ “The Winter After Your Death”

Sometimes you're in a mood for moody poetry. Like in the last week of summer (not officially, but selfishly for a teacher about to return to the brick structure), reading about winter. I found this in Jane Hirschfield's lovely collection of essays, Nine Gates. The Winter After Your Death by Sharon Olds The long bands … Continue reading Sharon Olds’ “The Winter After Your Death”