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“My Resolutions” or “The Benefits of Peer Pressure”

I’m not much of a fan of New Year’s resolutions. They just don’t really fit my calendar.  I mean, think about it: each new year starts just a week after Christmas Day, at the end of a two-month-long holiday spree, and (if you live in the northern hemisphere as I do) right when winter is […]

Capture Your Grief Day 13: Book

We are a society of independence and self-help.  Take a stroll down the aisles of any bookstore and note how many titles are devoted to do-it-yourself and fixing yourself.  From plumbing to dieting, there’s a “For Dummies” book for just about anything.  Just about. There is no such book as Surviving Baby Loss for Dummies.

Right on, Write on.

Keeping a blog is one of those things.  No, not those things. Those things.  One of those things that appear unnecessary and superfluous on the surface.  It “eats” time and takes energy that could and “should be spent elsewhere.  Such as in writing “legitimate” pieces, be they poetry, essays, letters, or even email correspondence.  But […]

Freedom, creatively speaking

Last October on my way to a poetry reading, stopped at a red light, I saw one of the coolest cars ever. OK, so maybe the car itself wasn’t so cool. It was a primer-grey, boxy boat, maybe an Oldsmobile or Buick circa 1989. (I know this because I’ve owned a couple of those.) But […]

my morningsick muse

I experienced this last time too: a tremendous lull in my writing during pregnancy. I’m not sure what it is. Last time I would have blamed it on the nausea, because I had it bad. And when I was past that part, I was busy downing pepcid and tums and anything else that might stay […]

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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