Posts by Fleda

My Wobbly Bicycle, 156

Posted by on Oct 16, 2018 in Featured | 3 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 156

The last thing I’ve been concerned with during the last few years is my website. It seemed pretty remote from the flesh and blood we’ve been dealing with here. When I discovered I’d lost four years of all site updates, I was so exasperated I thought maybe I should just shut it down.   But no. What I do is write stuff. It needs to be available. So, onward.  I’ve had my wonderful web guy, Mark Wise, help me update. Have you ever browsed this site? I’ll bet you just go straight here, to the blog post.   My site is really, really nice, I must say. Let me give you a Tour of...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 155

Posted by on Oct 4, 2018 in Featured | 0 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 155

I’m writing this while watching people swim laps, which is what I wish I were doing. I’ve brought Jerry to walk in the warm therapy pool. I am not allowed to swim for at least two weeks. I’m having some pain, but not much. Tylenol works. And ice.   When I got home from the hospital after my meniscus surgery, I lay on the sofa for two days, knee iced ten minutes out of every hour. When you’re on drugs, that all seems pretty floaty and wonderful, like a warm pool. I watched the Kavanaugh hearings. Correction. I’d missed Christine Blasey Ford’s interview, so I was watching...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 154

Posted by on Sep 26, 2018 in Featured | 9 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 154

Three converging things: 1) the note I keep on my desk, advice from Sokuzan, my Buddhist teacher: “Don’t conclude anything.”   2) an interview with Stephen Dunn in the new issue of The Georgia Review, and   3) a note from an editor rejecting the poems I sent him, saying: “they all share a common characteristic that tips the scale toward the Return side: some bits of summation/explication that are unnecessary and/or less interesting than the images and anecdotes and implied metaphors.”   Stephen Dunn: “The poem might be smart, but who cares? It has to get away from...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 153

Posted by on Sep 19, 2018 in Archive | 20 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 153

Well, I just haven’t. I haven’t posted in a long while. There’s been a great deal of caretaking around here, although Jerry does everything he can. Yesterday I saw him dragging the dirty clothes basket along behind his walker, making for the laundry room.   Have I lost focus? Once I wrote about cancer, but that subject, thank whatever-gods-may-be, is worn out for the time being. I have thought if I use what precious writing energy I have on a post, I won’t have anything left for the poems and essays.   Yes, but of course energy begets energy. And when has not having...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 152

Posted by on Jun 27, 2018 in Archive | 1 comment

My Wobbly Bicycle, 152

Four years have been swept away in the twinkling of an eye. This is odd, you know, since I seem to have been here all along, writing posts now and then, pontificating and musing and drolling and trolling. Nonetheless, one day a few weeks ago, I looked around on my website and found a vacuum between 2014 and now. Apparently I have been in hibernation.   My web guy, who designed and takes care of my lovely site basically as a favor these days, his interests being elsewhere, was as mystified as I. He tried to pull it back. Did you know there’s a program that can find old versions of...

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