Tag Archives: transformative thinking
Today’s Poem: “Cheating at Cards With Jesus”
Cheating at Cards With Jesus The Lord is a pain in the ass when He’s had too much whiskey. But then, so’s anyone, so I couldn’t fault Him for it. He leered over the rim of his cards and winked. … Continue reading
Once A Poet
I’m stunned. After a – hell, I don’t know- like a ten-year hiatus from writing poems, I actually wrote poetry today. It felt awkward at first, and insubstantial – like flexing the phantom tendons and imaginary bones of a hand … Continue reading
All Memory is Magic; All Magic is Memory
When I was three years old, I walked out into the yard. It was a cicada year, though I did not yet know what a cicada was. All I knew was that the air hummed, and the sky hummed, and … Continue reading
And GOD gaveth her a SON to teacheth her HUMILITY
In honor of the recent anniversary of the King James Bible, I’ve been thinking a lot about admonishments – from clergy, from doctors, from teachers, from little old neighbor ladies, from televangelists, from uptight uncles, and from moms. This mom, … Continue reading
Why I love teaching
I can barely hold my fingers steady over the keyboard at present, and will be soon, and gratefully, folding my tired little carcass into my covers and sleeping for something in the order of one thousand years, but I wanted … Continue reading
I’m pretty sure I just squashed the dreams (and possibly the souls) of a bunch of college students.
I just got back from a student/alumni networking event for Liberal Arts majors at my alma mater, St. Catherine University – a small, Catholic, all-lady college in Minnesota. I had agreed – foolishly, yes, I see that now – to … Continue reading
Want to save Literature? Support small presses.
I’m not kidding around. For all the bellyaching lately about the Endless Deathknells of Literature (and Life!) as we know it (yeah, Garrison, I’m talkin’ to you), not nearly enough attention is being paid to the vigorousness and vitality abounding in the … Continue reading
Right Brain, Left Brain: Or, How My Shaky Yoga Skills Made Me Re-think My Writing
I was at yoga class last night, breathing deeply and stretching my sweaty body from one end of the universe to the other, when I realized something: I am entirely unable to balance on my right foot. When I’m on … Continue reading
A Great Reluctance
You know in Lord of the Rings, when Bilbo – and then Frodo – are asked to hand over the Ring, and they are overcome and kind of crazed by a sudden unwillingness to part with the wretched thing, despite … Continue reading

