What is in the marrow is hard to take from the bone.

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 34 When I headed to St. Louis for a 2 week writing workshop,  I had not written anything new in, probably, a year.  Acclimating to Baltimore, my new job were useful excuses for my "silence."   I was headed to Africa to teach when [...]

Searching for Colon

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 30 My trip to Ciudad Colon Costa Rica was my first trip abroad.  I was in residence at an artists' colony for two weeks.  The trip met all the criteria of a first trip: foreign and scary bugs, the airport pimp, the angel cabbie [...]

I wrote this when I was 28. Aww shizmishginet!

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 28 Second round of the Just Poetry Grand Slam.  Money on the line.  She's months between lo_ers (replace the blank with an "s" or "v" because both apply--okay, I'm exaggerating a little but that's how I felt at the time).  The boys are taking [...]

moss

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 26 moss... (because sometimes you need somewhere to rest between the rock and the hard place). moss was my first (and last) chapbook, an effort to launch my "writing" career.  I was fresh out of graduate school and idealistic about the writerly life that [...]

The Vine

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 25 There comes a time when age really is nothing but a number; when you're just a description like "too young"  or "grown."  But at 25 it really is a distinct number.  That age can be one of those in-between times--not quite too young [...]

Writers Anonymous

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 23 political (p-lt-kl) - of or relating to your views about social relationships involving authority or power Naming The act of naming is political; that is, how we choose to call things, ideas, and people is a reflection of how we perceive ourselves in relation [...]

Blog Challenge Day 18: Oh yeah, you were right: I got that fellowship.

Day 18: Write a letter to someone you miss.   Hi Aunt Sarah! The students are fine.  They are sometimes under prepared but if they already knew it all (like they sometimes think they do) I guess that would mean I wouldn't have a job!  I didn't think I would like working with young people [...]