Posts by Fleda

My Wobbly Bicycle, 139

Posted by on Aug 2, 2017 in Featured | 2 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 139

I moderated a panel this week at the Rainier Writing Workshop, the low-residency MFA program where I teach. Five of us prepared our thoughts on what writers can offer in this emergency political situation. Oliver de la Paz listed some practical things. This is from my notes.   Write a love letter to local organizers. Tell them how much you appreciate what they’re doing. Help fundraise as an artist. Donate your art for some event. Offer to contribute your writing; read a poem at a local event or rally, for example. Connect organizers to writers who speak to what they’re trying to do....

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 138

Posted by on Jun 13, 2017 in Featured | 0 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 138

I wanted to send you this in the form that just came out in a British magazine called  Urthona: Buddhism and the Arts,  https://urthona.com/  But it’s  a print journal, not online. It was beautifully laid out.  I couldn’t make the pdf file show up here. So here is my copy. Sokuzan and I will continue this conversation at some point. It’s a bit longer than my usual posts, but I thought you might be interested.   Zen and the Poet’s Mind  Fleda Brown and Sokuzan A poet and a Zen priest sit down together in March 2015 in Traverse City, Michigan. Fleda: Socrates...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 137

Posted by on May 12, 2017 in Featured | 16 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 137

I’ve realized, I think, what’s the matter, why everything I write these days feels flat and useless, why I no longer have anything to say, why when I come up with a perfect phrase, I’m even not much excited. I think it’s primarily because of my New & Selected. I wonder if anyone else has felt this way. You gather all these poems, a lifetime of them, your best, the ones that seem to have miraculously worked, you look at them together and you say, “Who wrote those?” Because the time of writing is when you were most lost, most not-in-charge of deep river that runs through...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 136

Posted by on Apr 14, 2017 in Featured | 13 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 136

Jerry and I have been sick for a week. Not the flu—we were tested for that—but some bug that seems to be slowly responding to antibiotics. I haven’t felt this bad since, dare I say it, chemo. Wracked with discomfort: not nausea, but fever, aching and world-class coughing. I cancelled a poetry reading and a book club event. I cancelled everything. My father—who as you know lives just across our huge lawn—calls every night to check on me and let me know what he’s going to need as soon as I’m better (!)   The cough medicine with codine leaves me in a lovely haze, but of course...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 135

Posted by on Mar 15, 2017 in Featured | 3 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 135

Launching The Woods Are On Fire: New & Selected Poems tomorrow!  Today I offer you the tiniest poem in the book, from No Need of Sympathy (BOA 2013). I want to thank BOA for giving permission for me to use 20 poems from a collection that hadn’t been out all that long. That can cut into their sales, so I urge you to have a look at that book, also. This poem was one of a series of short poems I wrote in response to sculptures by the artist Bill Allen.  The poems and pieces were part of an exhibit at the Dennos Museum in Traverse City.  I wanted short poems so a person could stand there...

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