I’m writing this post—and a few other things—on my first summer day of liberation from teaching and administration, and it feels wonderful! Of course, by the time this post appears (in a month), the summer will feel half over—it will indeed be half over, as classes start mid-August. But for the moment, I’m reminded that writing is fun, especially when it’s not squeezed into the hour here or there available during the school year. And that I’m lucky to be able to write poems and prose, and have someone read what I write.
“Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo,” said humorist Don Marquis, more famous for his cockroach and alley cat pair, Archy and Mehitabel. But I tell my students what I tell myself, write because you love it, because it’s what you do. Continue reading