Here’s The Thing

about art. A person can’t just stop writing poetry and join the “real world.” Poetry, for the poet, IS the real world. The “real world” of others…the following recipes, the ledgers, the spread-sheets, the literal geography, the sequential monotony of the industrial life–this is an impossible box for a poet or an artist or a musician to cram herself into.

Poets trip over lines. Lines such as my current favorite by Maurice Manning “They should have told us the sky is the highest steeple” (from his Fogtown poem).

The world needs each of us, each distinct kind of person.

OK….Wow

I am thrilled to report on this blog that I will once again be blogging on a more regular basis because I have finished my master’s thesis and in July will defend and graduate from Ashland University with my MFA degree! My thesis is a collection of about 70 poems entitled “Topography of the Light-Filled.”

I have begun sending out individual poems for acceptance into literary journals and already two have been accepted for publication in Foothill: A Journal of Poetry. “ECT” is a poem about shock therapy used on patients diagnosed with mental illness, and “Here is How” is a more personal poem about my own challenges in learning the instincts of motherhood without the gift of a nurturing mother.

Mothers and Daughters and more specifically the strong matrilineal bonds in Native American Culture pervade the poems in my thesis.

As if that isn’t enough good news….I will begin teaching as an adjunct professor of writing at my alma mater–McPherson College–this fall semester.