Author Archives: Rich

My friend Aubri, who was once a student but who now has become a classmate and even teacher (we have exchanged all of the old titles for new, better-fitting ones), wrote this wonderful poem that she presented at the Creative … Continue reading →

This will be quite the week! Research paper presentations at Stockton! Creative Writing Colloquium! Sigma Kappa Delta Induction/Lunch! Board of Trustees meeting! Poetry Day at O.C. High School! Student Government banquet! Kathy Graber reading at the Noyes on Saturday! One … Continue reading →

It’s Earth Day. And raining. But I am listening to the Tom Waits I picked up yesterday for Record Store Day. And throwing stuff away. And other “stuff,” which should include grading research papers. But isn’t; or hasn’t yet. Last … Continue reading →

I have a lot of “stuff” to do this weekend. Like, most of today will likely be consumed with school work. But the conference yesterday was lovely. My own workshop went well, I thought. I retained all of the audience … Continue reading →

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 →