Monday, December 29, 2008
So, in short, I haven't intentionally been ignoring anyone. Sorry for any inconvenience.
I think I've fixed the problem. Unfortunately, it looks like it's been going on for more than a few months. Maybe even more than a year! It wasn't malware, as I suspected, but an advanced settings tab that I needed to make some refinements to. Darn computers.
Sorry for all the weeping (Rachel ;). I really do return emails. Faithfully.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
(In no particular order, except Frank Stanford is the king.)
The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You – Frank Stanford
The Light the Dead See – Frank Stanford
Ooga-Booga – Frederick Seidel
Itinerary: Poems – Reginald Shepherd
Internal West: Poems – Priscilla Becker
A World Beyond Myself – Rutger Kopland
What Water Left Behind – Rutger Kopland
The Salt Daughter – Christine Hamm
Figured Dark – Greg Rappleye
Dog Language – Chase Twichell
The Snow Watcher – Chase Twichell
Orange Girl – Simone Muench
Sleeping Woman – Herbert Scott
High Windows – Phillip Larkin
Alive Together: New and Selected Poems – Lisel Mueller
Necessary Stranger – Graham Foust
Glass, Irony and God – Anne Carson
The Beforelife – Franz Wright
For Love: Poem Nineteen Fifty to Nineteen Sixty – Robert Creeley
Deepstep Come Shining – C.D. Wright
A Murmuration of Starlings - Jake Adam York
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Anyway, the long and short of it is, you can join me there, but I'm only going to check it in the morning. Facebook seems like the perfect way to avoid writing, and let's face it, kids, I'm not a spring chicken. I don't have tons of time to waste not writing.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
A. Fill the wood rack. Shovel snow. Lug buckets of water to the humidifiers. Shovel snow. Knock the cats off the counter. Shovel snow. Bake monster cookies with friends. Mmmm. Shovel snow. Sample beer and monster cookies with friends (taking care not to bite friends.) Mmmm. Shovel snow.
B. Study for final exams? Write 12-page papers? Glare menacingly at my family when they speak above a whisper? Of course not. Naa-naa-naa-naa-boo-boo I'm done!
C. Blog? Well, maybe.
D. Write? (see A.)
E. Attend readings? Of course (taking care not to bite friends.)
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
A. '91? No, I didn't have a DUI in '91.
Q. Excuse me, in 2001.
A. No. Community service.
Q. Okay. But the community service didn't address the effects of drinking and driving?
Q. It didn't address drinking and driving at all?
A. It addressed picking up garbage.
So enjoy while I go cook. And happy turkey basting to you all!
In The Forest
it was warm and cold,
cold from the damps because
it all took place in the trees.
When it rained it rained
and when the rain stopped
the trees rained in the wind
and when the trees stopped
it rained. So it went.
Once it was huddling, once
it was sitting apart, once
it was bleeding in time.
We ate and we drank
and we slept and we
did something else
we should not talk about.
Was it love? It was all
supposed to be love.
My it was dark
at night. Whoever it was
who planned that place
forgot the lighting
although some claim to see.
(Alan Dugan, Poems Seven, Seven Stories Press, 2002.)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Gene was heading out to the Alaskan Bush.
Stop it. It's not like it sounds.
I'm going to guess Tuntutuliak doesn't suffer
from the same problems as, say, Chicago might.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The other really hard adjustment for me has been the four-hour time difference. I've been up at 3:00 a.m. every morning and crashing by 7:00 p.m.
Fun things, though:
Anchorage has Paris beat hands down as the city for dogs. There are friendly dogs everywhere in this dog friendly town.
Along those same lines, Anchorage has fabulous parks with miles and miles of paved and lit trails. Everyone is out with their dogs. We saw a fox carrying his dinner last night at Kincaid Park -- something small and white-- which is also a tramping place for the moose who have eluded us. This is probably for the best. My life will be complete once I've seen a moose in the wild, so I pretty much expect to be struck dead when that happens.
Home tomorrow. Woo-hoo.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Dr. Judy Whitcomb with Rufus & Polly.
"Charmi can always find someone to talk to."
I wish I could live more lifetimes.
Harbor seal, showing us his moves.
Our second stop was another animal rehab place,
the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center.
"What are you in for, buddy?"
He wasn't talking.
More elk, of course.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Yes, that's an ice fisherman out there.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
But I did walk around the parking lot. I didn't bring my bird book, but I believe the trees are full of cedar waxwings. They're as numerous here as the cardinals I have on my bird feeder at home.
I also saw a magpie, but my gloved hands (cold, cold, cold) weren't quick enough to get a good picture of it. It had fun getting me to chase it around, though. Maybe tomorrow I can sneak up on it. I've never seen a magpie at home, that I can recall.
After I spent some time chasing the birds I turned around and realized I had my back to some wonderful snow-capped mountains. I'm always looking the wrong way.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
I have one more trip in my back pocket, then I'm going to settle my butt down for the winter. Gene's working in Alaska for a couple weeks, so I'm heading north to join him and see if I can't find a moose. I've heard that they sometimes walk through downtown Anchorage. If I see a moose in town, does this count as seeing a moose in the wild? Maybe this is just an urban moose encounter. I don't know.
I'm not happy with the weather forecast, though. It's not good when a place has to specify if the lows are above or below. I don't like their tone.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Neil and Chad, who both have poems forthcoming at Black Book Press Mag.
Naoko, with a poem forthcoming at Chiron Review.
Talia, with poems up at Switchback and Womb.
If I forgot someone, let me know. I'm a little scattered lately.