Wednesday, March 6, 2013
I've spent many hours with 3 different people in hospitals the past seven days, an up/down elevator of emotions and stomach-flipping uncertainties. When we love our friends/family intensely, these fears are magnified, set up before us keen and raw, knife edges flashing. And I believe in keeping my knives sharp.
In the midst of this chaos, I found out that a poetry zine took five of my poems. Five! I'll say that's a record haul for me.
And for the first time in all my years, winter has proved a fertile time for poem-making. It's an unexperienced and heady surprise — most of my writing, historically, has followed the growing season. But something is afoot at the moment, and I'm riding a wave that doesn't seem to want to break, barely balancing I am but balancing nonetheless, the water just ahead churning up a blue froth that keeps advancing into the distance.