A couple of weeks ago, i accidentally deleted my entire blog. Once the tears and grief subsided, i realized i had created an opportunity to re-imagine what i want to do with this virtual real estate. While i have spent a lot of time dreaming and scheming about my blog, other things took priority, like stocking galleries and coaxing one of the books that i’m writing toward its ending.
This morning, i woke up from a dream about performing my poetry. My heart ached. While i have kindle collections of poetry, i love performing. i realized that i would be foolish not to use this space to give new life to works that have been collecting dust on my hard-drive: hundreds of poems that first appeared in my 2009-2011 podcasts. i put out at least three poems a week for over two years, with thousands of downloads a week. Since i stopped using that venue, they’ve been patiently waiting…
No doubt, this blog will have other uses as well, but since i am starting over, i feel like this is appropriate. Using this first entry to re-release of a few poems back into the wild pleases my sense of symmetry – old and new at the same time.
Given the type of day it is today (a rain-soaked Mother’s Day), i decided to give you three podcasts about gratitude, change and joy. First, a poem about the early morning:
My cat and dog, the first same sex marriage in Maine.
Next, a poem about a forest in transition:
a tree turning into a woman
Finally, two tiny poems about gratitude – the bonus poem focusing on the beginning of summer:
dancers
Now to some of that other pressing work… i have bowls and mugs and commissions to throw.