Dreaming about summer. Every day is like this---a crossing made of stones, a river bounded by stones, and a couple of caves hewn in stones. Dante Alighieri was inspired in this gorge, and I've been reading the Divine Comedy, slowly and aloud, since visiting it last summer. Poetry offers this bridge every time.
I graduated with my MFA in writing! What a glorious journey, so full of challenges and revelations. Everywhere I look, there are these arches, doorways, curved rainbows, and signs. As though it continues. As though the motion is all we were meant to learn anyway. My gratitude to my teachers, fellow students, and the staff … Continue reading Arches