Posts made in March, 2014

My Wobbly Bicycle, 67

Posted by on Mar 26, 2014 in Archive | 18 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 67

Old anthologies, what can you do with them? We have dozens, all our years of Nortons, plus. It’s humbling to see the shifts in great names, who’s left out, who’s given a large sampling. I’ve edited an anthology, myself. Does one go for breadth? Sheer quality? Diversity? As we weed out, getting ready to move, I’m re-living my academic and early writerly life. End of that chapter, start of another one. Oh well, writers are always starting over. Especially poets. With every blank page. But over our shoulders, there’s still and always the presence of the writers we’ve modeled...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 65

Posted by on Mar 13, 2014 in Archive | 9 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 65

I survived three days of teaching high school. I was thinking this might make a good movie title. Then I thought of all those people who get up every day and do that, who wouldn’t think that’s funny at all. I was one of them, from 1970-75. Why it was a big deal for me is that I was really nervous that I couldn’t hold up to EVEN that, three days. And only three classes, from 10:30-2:30. Art classes. The art teacher had written a grant to bring several kinds of artists—an artist, a sculptor, a poet—to her classes to expose her students to professionals in these various forms. This...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 64

Posted by on Mar 5, 2014 in Archive | 6 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 64

What is this “getting over” cancer treatment? Or “getting over” anything, for that matter? We may go to therapy, we may meditate or “forgive” or whatever our practice calls for, but we don’t shed the past like an old skin. I went for my six-month post-treatment follow-up with my oncologist’s nurse practitioner. (They’re putting off a scan until closer to my one-year mark, in June.) I told her I feel a fair amount of fatigue, that I need a nap—often for an hour—every afternoon, and she said, “Well, that’s your new normal.”   Oh yeah? I thought. Just...

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