I have so much in my mind right now, I’m having difficulty pinpointing it and deciding what to write here, for this blog. The semester is over, and has been for a while. I’m working on my dissertation. I just had my first experience at the Rhetoric Society of America Biennial conference, this year hosted…… Continue reading ruminating
“Excuse me, ma’am…” His words drift softly to me. I just dropped my backpack in my passenger seat and now a man is approaching me. “I’m not going to hurt you” he says, as if he could sense my urge to be on the driver’s side, so I could put the car door between me and…… Continue reading “Don’t be mad”
From the privileged, uttered to the suffering: a favorite phrase.
I’ll take scissors and cut pages into pieces; play a puzzle game.
She walks in hesitation Unsure of where her faltering feet should step. The cracks in the sidewalk threaten to become crevices down which she will fall because nothing exists beneath the sidewalks. The earth beneath the cement deteriorated long ago Crumbled away, shrinking toward the core of the earth She walks in hesitation, uncertain if her…… Continue reading She walks in hesitation–National Poetry Month Day 2
My friend Cheryl asked me if I was going to try National Poetry Month again, so here goes. I’m behind already. It should be Day 3, but here’s day 1. The valley, this year Overflows with yellow blooms. parched sand lies beneath.
One of my dissertation chapters is about John Joseph Mathews Wah’Kon-Tah and Sundown. It’s fitting in between chapters describing the art/writing inspired by locations–New Mexico and Oklahoma, to be specific. Mathews seems to walk a line of arguing that the landscape is a constant, and showing that it isn’t. He’s writing about the encroachment of modernity, and the ways…… Continue reading Shaped by landscape