In the month of February, we have experienced all kinds of weather in western NY. Ice storms, snowstorms, wind storms, and patches of sun and warmer than usual temps, then plunging cold, Polar Vortex.
It's the last day of February. I have just updated by web site, which was long overdue.
Publications in 2019:
“(Un)resolved” The Pangolin Review, January, 2019
“May Life Be Kind White It Lasts” Blue Heron Review February, 2019
“For a Glimpse of the Sea” Amethyst Review, January 11th, 2019
“Fighting Death” Amethyst Review, February 18th, 2019
“With and Without” Amethyst Review, March 23rd, 2019
“Nothing” Blueline 40th Anniversary Edition, Spring, 2019
“The End in Sight,” “these woods” (couplet) and “slow moving fog” (haiku)
The Bamboo Hut, February 2019.
“The Lopsided Ticking of Dali’s Clocks” The Ekphrastic Review, January, 2019
“What Can I Spare?” Subterranean Blue Poetry, upcoming issue in 2019-2020
“The Kiss” Quill and Parchment, February, 2019
“One Breath— ” Clementine Unbound March, 2019
“Look Up, Slowly” (Haibun) Plum Tree Tavern, February, 2019
“Soap: Snow” Third Wednesday, June, 2019
“Once, Removed” Tiny Spoon Literary Magazine, 2019
“Waiting on the Edge of the Invisible” and “Distance between Stars” Red Eft Review, March 2019
“Thinking of A Cure for Cancer after Looking at Thousands of Eyeless Fish Wash Up on a New Zealand Beach” Otoliths, March, 2019
“Over (cast)” A Story in 100 Words, January, 2019
“Snow” A Story in 100 Words, January, 2019
“(Re)do” Grey Sparrow Journal, February, 2019
“The Hold-up” A Story in 100 Words, February, 2019.
“The Orchard” Nature Writing, February 2019
“Hair(cut)” Eunoia Review, March 2019.”
“Mirage” Otoliths, March 2019
“Cry, Baby” Lost Balloon nominated for the Best Microfiction Anthology, 2019
Finitude, a micro-chapbook, Origami Poems Project, February, 2019
Last year, I finally made my goal of 100 publications in a year. I am hopeful that I will do that again this year. Of course, this success depends upon my ambition to write and revise every day.
Teaching can slow this process down a bit because writing is an inward practice whereas teaching is outward.
I have been extremely busy with workshops, going into the schools, working with students, 6th -12th grades. I have been inspired by their originality and ways of seeing and understanding the power of metaphor. It makes me hopeful. The strong critical thinking skills. Kudos to their teachers who have encouraged them to have big ideas.
I have just finished 6 cycles of infusion therapy; with robotic radical GYN surgery in December for ovarian cancer. As of this moment, I am cancer free. Once again, I am looking out upon uncharted territories. The six months went by quickly. I had wonderful care, and now I am on my own, trying
to create a new routine, which includes everything I love to do.
What am I planning?
Another vegetable garden, I have stacks upon stacks of seed catalogs to peruse daily, and I do, imagining the rows, leafy and green and abundant, despite the new 8 inches of snow.
Travel! Near and far, with good humor and a light suitcase. I think this will be the decade of many experiences(good, bad, ugly) you know how that goes, when you are out of your element.
Writing and making art! Of course.
Onward! Follow your snow angel!