Monthly Archives: April 2012

Off to a conference today! I hope to make it back to O.C. in time to hear my friend Carol Plum-Ucci speak at the library in town at 5 P.M. Fingers-crossed for no traffic. [Here is something of a poem-something. … Continue reading →

On Monday, Patrick mentioned that to some extent he has his brother in mind when he’s writing. Kathy said that it is beneficial to have that: an ideal reader. Maybe that is why we do it (write): to find just … Continue reading →

Today, after Stockton, I’m meeting Effie for late-lunch/dinner (Moe’s and Chillaxin’, she says) and then we’re going to the Open House at the college. I need to remember to have lit mags available to distribute. This week is so hectic. … Continue reading →

I also have to write to my friend Jane, who sent me a lovely e-mail this week. Jane and I met when we were both teaching at that high school in North Jersey: when we were young, Jane, remember? –– … Continue reading →

Patrick Phillips is coming to campus tonight. A long day’s Monday into night precedes Patrick, including class at Stockton & a doctor’s appointment back in Linwood (“L-dubs”). I have to find time to write my friend Kim back; Kim, whose … Continue reading →

I Am Not A Poet, But Come With Me Anyway Let us live above the law office where there is a view of the Catholic church We will watch them mass from my bed, and Take communion of coffee and … Continue reading →

Yesterday, after Stockton and a workshop in Mays Landing on Blackboard 9, which is not like the Course Management System I have grown accustomed to (which leaves me rather wanting to run off into the woods myself; as I posted … Continue reading →

My sister’s coming today! She’s dragging me to the bead store and parade in town tomorrow! Exclamation marks! Here’s more (yes; there was more) of the “Hot Bagels” poem I found the other night. (More) Hot Bagels On Monday, walking … Continue reading →

I’m feeling myself getting a bit poetry’ed-out. Last night I found this file in my Dropbox titled “HotBagels.pages” and was all, “???” Apparently, on December 4th (just this past 2011), I decided to type out a bit of a rant. … Continue reading →

I’ve wanted to write a poem about raccoons all semester: how they are destroying the ancient Buddhist temples in Japan; menacing German homeowners. I’ve always been fascinated with raccoons for some reason; I had a stuffed raccoon-totem when I was … Continue reading →