And here we are, All Saints' Day. Or el Día de los Muertos. Choose your poison. For me, it is the first day of winter. Or, if you live in Alabama, the first day of the rainy season. And yet, it did not rain. Mostly sunny, are our high was 55F, after an overnight low of 31F. No more open windows late into the evening ( Read more... )

I hit a new post-election low point last night, and I posted this to Facebook:

I think that tonight I am at the lowest point I've been since election night. I cannot imagine a way forward. I'm more than half a century old, and never in my life has our country faced such a crisis. Ignorance, stupidity, prejudice, fear, greed, selfishness, and ( Read more... )

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember ( Read more... )

I slept at least eight hours last night and awoke to sun. Which means today is already a vastly better affair than yesterday. Currently, the temperature here in Providence is 79˚F, and they say it feels like 88˚F out there. We'll find out soon, as we have to head to the storage units in Pawtucket ( Read more... )

No, I did not write yesterday. Spooky and I sat here and talked about Joey Lafaye, about how it might begin, but there was no actual writing. The day sort of spiraled away from me afterwards, because I have reached that point where the next novel must be written, regardless, and every day when it does not begin is a day added to the weight and ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here wondering what percentage of this country takes poetry seriously, and it's a depressing thought, especially when I begin cross-referencing it with all the other important things in the world that people in this country don't seem to take seriously.

Caitlín, just shut up and post the poem.

"Wanting to Die" (Anne Sexton)

Since ( Read more... )