It is November and it is bright or gray depending on the day and precipitation. The Northeast has the kind of light that dazzles. And then there are days that truly chill your bones. And then so much carnage, Beirut, Paris, Kenya–the ugly angry work of men intent on inflicting pain suffering and death. How to respond? We must with creativity, liberality, generosity and intelligence as in discernment. So let us stay with dreams that are not nightmares.
First, I yet again am the first feature of a new journal. This time quotidienbee started by Shanna Compton and the wonderful people at Bloof!. Here’s the link. https://medium.com/the-quotidian-bee/self-portrait-as-shop-window-da5fadc3a952/. I know that David Rivard will just love this. Also, my poem “Dancer” was posted on poets.org’s Poem of the Day site.
I just heard that I will be receiving a grant for my work from a wonderful Fund for women writers–am waiting for the announcement to post.
I am very proud that The Future Imagined Differently is up and does with very little what others spend millions on. http://aboutplacejournal.org/
Wonderful poets from Shelagh Patterson to Tai Allen to Christina Olivares to Sharon Mesmer are a few of the writers featured and great artists such as Denise Milan and Janet Goldner are presented.
And I look forward to reading December 9 I will be reading at The Poetry Project with Susie Timmons. These are all dreams come true for me.
We are living in violent times. We are also living in times where many among us are looking deeply at how we make this world–how we hold what is dear to us and work to bring harmony and peace. War is not to taken lightly and the greatest nightmare is the kind of rhetoric coming out of many of those now running for the Presidency–we need wise people not easy bellicosity. Let us work to be as intelligent, generous, and creative as we can be. Let our dreams flourish and those nightmares wither.