I keep trying to finish start a new draft of my introduction for my dissertation. I have words on the page, but I don’t like them. So I’m trying to rework them. I know exactly what I want to say. But somehow I haven’t said it yet. So I know this has something to do…… Continue reading dissertating while depressed
My comprehensive exam is coming up. I’ve been reading all summer, and trying to produce writing as “practice” for the hell-weekend coming up in less than two weeks, the weekend where I will sit anxiously awaiting the questions that will be e-mailed to me at 5pm, refreshing my e-mail again and again, in case the…… Continue reading Exam Haze
I’ve recently just read Native Son by Richard Wright and Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. And, The Surrounded by D’Arcy McNickle. I’m a little too frazzled right now to write much for this blog, as my comprehensive exams are in three weeks, and training week for GTAs starts next week, and classes start the week after. So I’m reading, reviewing notes,…… Continue reading disturbingly familiar
April humid heat Revising the book chapter Tove Lo’s “Moments” plays
A poem a day Thirty days should be easy Meh. I have nothing.
wrapping limbs around limbs and threading arms under shoulders twisted up, tangled, breathing through comfortable discomfort muscle tension giving way to the stretch, joints popping opening wider Release, just as the pain threatens to become too much as my body eases into the movement untwisting, untangling, muscles pliable and loose. Yet. mind and heart, still twisted…… Continue reading Twisted Up: An Ode to Yoga– National Poetry Month Day 6
No sea-salt or rain. Instead, wind-dried earth and air. Prairie land mocks me.
I research nostalgia. I didn’t think that’s what I was doing, when I began some of my projects, but the more I read and write, the more I realize that’s what I do. I was sitting with a student earlier this year, after he took a makeup exam because illness had caused him to miss…… Continue reading Nostalgia
So last year on Spring Break I ran away to New Mexico for a week and hid out in Georgia O’Keeffe’s red and lavender mountains. It was lovely. I needed it. This year, I needed it again, but instead of running away, I stayed home. I needed to do that, too, so I could write…… Continue reading Spring Break
I just finished reading Rudolph Fisher’s short story collection, City of Refuge. Each story managed to carve out a visceral experience. Expertly crafted, Fisher was able to capture the ugly beauty of life in 1920s black Harlem. In each story, the common theme seemed to be empathy. Empathy is something I’ve noticed more and more as I…… Continue reading Rudolph Fisher’s City of Refuge