Wednesday, January 28, 2009


I must confess I am late.

I must apologize (or apologise) for the busy-ness, for the bat droppings, for the unintentionally being away.

I confess I have been revising my manuscript.

I confess I have been held captive by a jigsaw puzzle.

I confess there are two surgeries coming up in the next two week-- my husband and my mum. One major, one not.

I have been thinking a lot about poetry, how it enters our lives and flutters around. Sometimes its a cloud of bats, other time a moth at the window.

A good friend of mine was just accepted into the MFA program I attended. I'm excited for what the next three years hold for her.

I confess I've thought about returning for my Phd. I confess that I love learning, being in a class, opening books and not knowing where we will go next.

I confess it will not be soon.

I have been out in the poetry barn lately. I confess I am thankful for my electric blanket that hangs over my chair when it is below 32 degrees.

I confess I have been volunteering too much and am practicing saying no in my big-girl voice.

I confess that when I look on the calendar and do not see enough time for me to write I feel sad.

I will bring my laptop to the hospital.

I confess I sleeping better these days but the dreams happen without me. They have been circling like the bats, but when I reach for them they have left the attic and flown away.


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