Reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar
From Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar: I remember the day he smiled at me and said, “Do you know what Continue reading
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From Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar: I remember the day he smiled at me and said, “Do you know what Continue reading →
a href=”https://artichokeseason.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/photo-141.jpg”> Seattle gum wall searching for words that will stick < Haiku North America, which took place in Seattle Continue reading →
A week between posts stretched to a month, then several months, and here I am returning to my blog with Continue reading →
While giving a workshop on haiku to teachers in Richmond on a recent Saturday afternoon, one of the teachers asked Continue reading →
Just out of a matinee showing of a popular but entirely forgettable movie, my teenage daughter and I stepped into Continue reading →
I stand at the kitchen sink as the dim early morning light brings the backyard into focus through the window. Continue reading →
the missed note, too, shapes the melody—spring birdsong
“Christopher Robin came down from the Forest to the bridge, feeling all sunny and careless, and just as if twice Continue reading →