At the prompting of one of my mentors, I’m committing to Acacdmic Writing Month, or AcWriMo, the academic equivalent to National Novel Writing Month (which I always observe with a mixed sense of awe and horror). The daily goals look a bit different for AcWriMo than for NaNoWriMo, and it’s really easy for both to…… Continue reading Goal Setting
When you live a life of the mind, the body doesn’t get to be privileged. These words slipped out of my lips in a recent therapy session. We were talking about how important it is for me to practice yoga, to swim, to run, how I enjoy these things because you have to be in your…… Continue reading Mind/Body
I remember being part of a focus group my senior year as an undergraduate. It was my English Capstone course, and this sociology student came in and asked us questions about how we felt about the course. Most of us were disgruntled. The course seemed designed for students who had never held jobs and hadn’t…… Continue reading Connecting the Dots: Intellectual Collage
I wrote this piece as part of an application to a writer’s residency. It’s a new kind of writing for me, but it’s the kind of writing that I want to do–intellectual work informed by personal experience. My intellectual pursuits makeup most of my life, and I always feel as if my academic projects contain…… Continue reading Emerald City Nostalgia and Red Dirt Revelations
Early in my academic career, I encountered Paula Gunn Allen. A woman of Laguna-Sioux and Lebanese American heritage, she is the first indigenous studies scholar I encountered. I read her essay “Kochinnenako in Academe: Three Approaches to Interpreting a Keres Indian Tale” in my undergraduate literary and critical theory course. I was a senior, in my…… Continue reading James Clifford and the Predicament of Culture
I did complete my National Poetry Month challenge, and I wrote a poem a day. I just chose not to share the rest, because I decided they were for my eyes only. I completed the major qualifying paper that I was working on. I successfully defended the paper, and now it’s time to move on…… Continue reading Writing Rhythms
Some days, everything Falls to perfect synchrony. The rough water smooths.
I’m struggling to write my poems right now, in part because everything I start writing turns grim and dark. So here’s what I’ve got tonight. It reflects my mood. Pisces, water sign; Aries, fire sign; a cusp. Is that why I’m fucked?
As a child I developed random systems of measurement. First, they began with distance. I counted fence posts, sidewalk cracks, footsteps, stairs, doorways, windows, to quantify how long until I reached home, how long until I reached— where? Surely it started with tracking the distance to home? At some point it moved beyond tracking the distance. I…… Continue reading Distance —National Poetry Month Day 13
It’s always just one more thing, isn’t it? Just one more snooze cycle on the alarm clock. Just one more cup of coffee. (More like one more pot of coffee) One more paper to write. One more shift to work. One more meal to cook One more shirt to fold and put away. One more…… Continue reading Just one more — National Poetry Month Day 12