I’m so excited to let everyone know that I’ll be signing All the Dancing Birds Friday, January 18, 2013, 6:30 to 8:30 p.m. at the Arizona Historical Society, 1300 N. College Avenue, Tempe, AZ 85281. Also a number of Sisters … Continue reading
So proud to announce that All the Dancing Birds was selected as the prize in Poet, Drew Myron’s Off the Page blog. As guest blogger, she asked me some good, probing questions. Stop by her blog, pull up a steaming … Continue reading
Authors — We creak and groan and click and clack. Our words are hopefully brilliant, but often they fall and thud until we make many, many revisions, until tears are shed and arguments are waged and stories are changed until … Continue reading
Now here I am, a small flickering light, sputtering softly in my chair, shifting, winking on and off. I’ve been trying to think my way out of this paper bag of a morning, but so far, I’ve only come up … Continue reading
We sit in straight, hard backed chairs, knee-to-knee, hand-in-hand. My sister wears light blue hospital scrubs—she’s apparently graduated from wearing gowns. Her face is thin; she’s lost a good deal of weight, but her lower legs are heavy with edema, … Continue reading
It’s nearly done. All the Dancing Birds is in its later production phase. Maybe sometime in June … or perhaps in the heat of July … it will be available for readers. For anyone who might wonder why I wrote … Continue reading
Even if you’re not yet in focus, this is for you: Over Here Are you fierce enough to fall with a startled Tree, to curl then inward, unleafing in the rain, to Lie silently devoted to a dark thrumming forest, … Continue reading
I saw my sister yesterday. I wondered, How old is a soul When it can’t remember its birthday Or its name Or how to reach out To stroke your face Just this one last time? Auburn McCanta
Breaking. People are breaking around me, dropping pieces of their bitter selves at my feet. What am I supposed to do with these pieces? They’re sharp. If I pick up the pieces, they’ll cut my hands. My back will break … Continue reading
An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves. ~ Bill Vaughn I always get flustered as each year turns. This year is no different, and … Continue reading