Thanks so much for your generous welcome! And I'm so glad you enjoyed "The Story"--I live in Washington, DC, where we have been snowbound for six days. Making that video gave me something to do to keep from going crazy!
enjoyed your interview up at Bees Knees on the Offending Adam...will check back to see what they post with that Feb 1 issue--and check out your poem. I love the idea of a journal striving to bridge reader and writer...sort of opens one's mind up out of the stuffy box of what journals can or can't be; inspiring.
Just wondering if you're still looking for guest bloggers to write essays on hybrid poets. If so, I 'd be very interested. Love your blog, and especially love the January Poetry Prompt. In fact, I love the whole Poetry Prompt idea.
Thank you, Nicelle! What a great journal, huh? I love the mix, some great poems in this third issue of Weave--including yours! "He shrinks back into / the knot of my center-- / like all loss--forgotten." I feel my stomach clench. How nice to be in the same issue as you!
Thanks for the Welcome to Poetry Social, Nicelle. I'm not a poet but love to read it, and am currently using a poet character in my new novel as an excuse to read poems in the afternoon and call it "work." :-)
I'm excited to be here! And thanks for asking about a copy of Guilty Pleasures -- it was a great project put out by a writing group I belonged to when I lived in St Louis MO. I believe Amazon has a few copies, used, very very inexpensive.
Thank you for the kind welcome to poetry social and I'm delighted to add you as my friend. I'm eager to visit Divine Dirt Quarterly and I know this grandmother will lean much from young poets like yourself.
Loved the line "the radial motion of stars" in your poem "LP"--as well as your spot on point about what we lose spiritually in our age of private information inundation. Oversharing, narcissism and overparenting I think were three complaints leveled at our generation recently in Newsweek...oops...Maybe poems, like yours, could be part of the antidote.
Yes, I was! Did we speak? If so, I'm somewhat mortified for not remembering. It was a whirlwind of meeting people, and at this point what I remember most about that day is the feeling of sweat running down the small of my back...