I am trying to write a poem. I’m sure that’s terribly surprising.
I spent the last two weeks working on an essay, a memoir piece that attempts to juggle three different narratives until they cohere, each discrete section emerging as part of a whole. It was a difficult piece to write. Continue reading
Not many who know me as a person who writes poems know that I spend an equal amount of my energy attempting to be a bicycle racer. Different kind of energy, yes, but an expenditure that requires as much, probably more, time and an equal amount intense focus. I remember a grad-school classmate asking me once which one I’d choose–poetry or cycling–if I had to give one up. Continue reading