Last night I wrote 3 letters from my writing hut. One to the neighbor who left the excellent electric typewriter on my porch last year and 2 to friends who've been wondering when the heck I would have a space of my own in this lifetime. I'm using a typewriter in there until I decide which species of computer to think about buying. I also do not have the place wired properly yet, so I don't want to overload the extra thick outdoor extension cord. Anyway, I turned on the heater before supper and was welcomed by a warm room, table and small chair surrounded by books. I'm arranging the books in author order by genre, and that takes time.
I started reading Ed Hirsch's Wild Gratitude and got so inspired I had to stop to begin a poem.
About Me
- The Reader
- Illinois, United States
- My poems have appeared in Dusie, Dogwood, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Poetry Midwest, Moxie, Mind the Gap, the WTTW Chicago program "Arts Across Illinois" and other venues. I'm also an installation & book artist, a lecturer on typography & design, a proud mother and co-owner of an art studio. For many years I have been an activist for public art and the intelligent, apt use of form and language in public and private life. This space is for random thoughts and findings.
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