Temporarily, I’m turning off comments, having received a hot spate of suspect activity. If you posted a comment and I accidentally deleted it, I apologize.

When I can figure out some settings that are more robust without being onerous, I’ll turn commenting back on.

In the meantime, maybe I’ll even post, too.

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I hadn’t planned to take a summer break from blogging, but the days added up, and now it’s August. We managed to take a quick trip to Lummi Island, and otherwise it’s been work, driving, not doing my physical therapy, and breathing. Breathing is good. And writing.

I’ve spent months working on three poems–which leads me to ask: When is revising too much? When do you cross the line from generation and invention to plain old worry?

I now have two versions of a poem–one ends in spring, with the tulip fields. One ends in the fall, with the horse chestnut trees, and I’m trying to decide which to choose, which ending the poem chooses.

What do you do in your impasses? How do you breathe through them, write through them?

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cover of a steady longing for flight

I know that the press started more than 20 years ago–but tonight in 1995 was the reading for their first chapbook award. I was honored to share the stage with James Bertolino, Judith Skillman, and Ted McMahon. Honored and nervous!

Twenty years! Our oldest son was in high school. Our two younger kids hadn’t even started school.

Many thanks to the founding members of the press, especially Peter Pereira and T. Clear. And many thanks to Kathleen Flenniken and all the other fine folks who have kept this press going and growing for two decades.

Cheers to you!

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I was reading Gerald Stern while I was on vacation.

I was reading This Time by Gerald Stern because I’d read Kathleen Graber, and she has mentioned him as a mentor.

Early on, Stern’s poems  made me think of Dean Young’s poems. I looked that up and could not find a direct line between the two, although maybe there’s a meandering line through the New York Schools 1 and 2.

Poems that make you think of other poems, other poets—that’s one kind of conversation. I remember hearing in a class that if you put a fly in a poem, the reader will think of Dickinson. Really? Always? That was intimidating, because I wondered what other things I was supposed to be thinking. But I also get to draw my own connections, listen to what I’m reading and hearing.

Then there’s the conversation that poems within a book are having. I especially enjoy the conversation between poems that have similar titles. Think of the titles in Louise Glück’s The Wild Iris or in Oliver de la Paz’s Furious Lullaby.

Music can make a soundtrack for our lives. We hear a song and remember what we were doing the other times when we heard that song. Or the lyrics remind us of a past moment.

Poetry’s sounds, rhythms, and imagery can evoke similar memories. While I was on Maui reading Stern’s poem “Here I Am Walking,” I thought of my friend Laurie and my days living in New Jersey. Then I sent her the poem. I read Melissa Kwasny’s poem “The Sentience of Rocks” in Pictograph and thought of Joshua Tree (many of the poems in Pictograph brought memories to the surface, bucket after bucket pulled up from the well’s depths).

All these conversations, these connections–and we need only to read, to listen.

What are you hearing between poets, between poems, between reading and the rest of living?

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I haven’t looked at my New Year’s resolutions in months–but I’ve kept one. I’m walking at least 70,000 steps a week (for an average of at least 10,000 steps a day). This will make my doctor happy. And because I have a FitBit, it’s easy to track. I can check at any time how I’m doing, I can check back on how I’ve done through the week, and FitBit sends me an email letting me know how I did last week. That provides both accountability and encouragement.

I also had a goal to keep 20 submissions out at a time. I aimed to reach that in January. Instead, I sent my 20th out this past Saturday. At this exact moment, I’ve met my goal. That could change, probably will change.

But what about writing? Whether my goal is 20 or 45 or 5 minutes a day, I haven’t been making it. On some days I manage a few minutes in the parking lot before I go in to work. Other times, I’m running late, and I say, “I’ll do it later.” Often, I don’t. Sure, I’m accountable to myself–but miss a day here and there or even three in a row, and it isn’t as obvious as receiving an email message with hard numbers.

I started to wonder: Is there an app to track writing time? I’m thinking specifically of free-write times. Could I press start on my phone, write in my paper notebook, press stop, and then have a weekly view of my free-writing time? I found one app for my Windows Phone, but it involves writing on the phone. If I had to write on my phone…

Now this is starting to sound ridiculous: Why can’t I just say I’m going to write for x minutes every day and do it? Great question–and if I had an answer, I’d be doing it.

How do you schedule writing time? How well does it work for you? Do you track it?

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