That year my mother collected awkward things as we crisscrossed Europe, kids in the back, father lodged at the wheel next to her and her romantic notions. From Amsterdam she lugged a wrought-iron cand… more →
(In)Decisive Moments: Waiting for Cassissunwick wrote 1 year ago: Ah, the life of a writer. I felt the pain, suffering, and involvement with my work and this class ac … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: That year my mother collected awkward things as we crisscrossed Europe, kids in the back, father lod … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: “On Storms” Driving across the flat bones of Saskatchewan, you knew you could make the M … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: Growing up, I envied country kids, faces to the window, exploring the mysteries of school-bus cultur … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: I’m okay about stethoscopes. Really. Our childhood doctor arrived with his breadbox of a black … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: 2/27 Again, our tutors came up with a great exercise, this one meant to push us towards some of the … more →
bgblogging wrote 1 year ago: 2/24 New York School of Poets Exercise (inspired by former 170-er and now faculty and poet, Stacie C … more →