Summer unwinds us to the day my family returns to school. Is that…could it be… quiet I hear?
After a long, fallow summer, my notebooks arrive back on the table. The blank pages are ready for whatever comes next and I hope I am, too. CD Wright: Every year, the poem I most want to write, the poem that would in effect allow me to stop writing , changes shapes, changes directions.
In other news, I was on local radio and had a lot of fun finding words for what I can hardly speak about: my full-term-about-to-be-born book. Lynn Cline and I had a rich conversation about imagination and the Anthropocene, about fruit years, about belonging, about ancestors and the unborn ones who will come next.
You may listen here, if you like.
If you listen to the podcast while exercising to a muted youtube workout under your apple tree, you’d be a lot like me. Though of course I’m listening to others, not myself. Obviously, right?