Child me, banished to edge of Vermont, dealing alone with the death of my father-- well. You can imagine i was not an easy kid to be around!
A lot of her poems deal with death. A lot of them talk about a landscape I knew in my blood. And, reading her, I believed I could write too.
Today was a trying day. 100f-- I kid you not. And son and I both had surprise root canals. (The kind where the dentist looks in your mouth and says 'hmmm--' and clears a larger block of time than he had intended.
i wish it were October-- with a brisk wind, and the ocean as warm as it will get. I wish I was in the surf.