Reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar
From Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar: I remember the day he smiled at me and said, “Do you know what Continue reading
From Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar: I remember the day he smiled at me and said, “Do you know what Continue reading
a href=”https://artichokeseason.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/photo-141.jpg”> Seattle gum wall searching for words that will stick < Haiku North America, which took place in Seattle Continue reading
A week between posts stretched to a month, then several months, and here I am returning to my blog with Continue reading
While giving a workshop on haiku to teachers in Richmond on a recent Saturday afternoon, one of the teachers asked Continue reading
Just out of a matinee showing of a popular but entirely forgettable movie, my teenage daughter and I stepped into Continue reading
I stand at the kitchen sink as the dim early morning light brings the backyard into focus through the window. Continue reading
the missed note, too, shapes the melody—spring birdsong
“Christopher Robin came down from the Forest to the bridge, feeling all sunny and careless, and just as if twice Continue reading