A new poem ‘in other houses’ appeared in Breakwater Review.
Another new poem ‘Travel and Nothingness’ is in High Desert Journal.
I’ve fallen behind on these updates as usual. This is partly because of Facebook and Instagram and partly because I’ve felt my identity splintering lately.
Update: ‘splintering’ not entirely in an unwelcome way.
Issue 8 of One is out and a poem of mine ‘Monsters’ is in it. You can read it here: One –
It’s been a quiet, frustrating week in other ways. I’ve been distracted and trying to read and trying to write, and instead obsessing about limbo status, un-settlements, entertaining a four-year-old who’s got used to pre-school, and curiously, how much I dislike holi pictures. So this was welcome.
I’ve also finally edited the Death Valley pictures and put them up here.
and the garden is all wet. I woke to the sound of the lawnmower–or what I thought was the lawnmower–and struggled up, horrified. Louis who wields the machine is not mindful of spinach seedlings or fledgeling succulents. Louis is too busy to be so mindful of every step he takes. So I like to take out the weeds by hand and cut the grass with shears, and let the garden grow wild when I don’t have time. But sometimes Louis comes when I’m not looking. He’s very diligent and cheerful and well-meaning.
Rain is such a rarity here. I work so well when it’s raining that I’m almost sorry when the sun comes out. Sometimes, I sit in a dimly-lit room, blinds only half open and play rain sounds on my computer. A lot of people do this which is why Youtube is full of ‘ambient rain sound’ videos and there is an app that allows you to listen to rain sounds while working.
It wasn’t Louis with his lawnmower so everything is fine.