Email Glitch - Update

I've been getting various and sundry reports for the past few months that my outgoing email is not being delivered, randomly. If you wrote me and I didn't respond, drop me a line. I can receive emails just fine. I'll respond to you using another account that seems to be working.

So, in short, I haven't intentionally been ignoring anyone. Sorry for any inconvenience.

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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.

R.B. Kitaj

The Neo Cubist - R.B. Kitaj

I'm enjoying the painting book I received on Christmas.

Maybe some poetry will come out of it. Who knows?

My Top 20 List - Plus 1

The Best Poetry I Read in 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

FGWC

Tuesday, December 30th, 6:00 p.m. The Hammes Bookstore at Notre Dame.

See you there.

Four Cat Night

Merry Christmas!

I hope you all have a great one! I can't believe it's here. Again.

The Time

And let's not forget about the animals.
Who is pulling that sleigh, anyway:
Gender of Santa's Reindeer.

What Tom is Learning at WMU

I like a little report when Tom gets home from school. "So, son, what new and exciting things have you learned this semester?" This is what he said: Kegel exercises for men. I'm glad our money isn't being wasted. I never knew.

One More Room

Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's the fullness of the house with everyone home. I'm dreaming my big house dream again. The dream house keeps opening, room after room after room.

A 50 Percent Chance of Texas Today

Q. And did you fully recover from your injuries in the 1992 cow accident?
A. Yes.

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Q. And how did he attack you?
A. From behind, with a tape measure.

Not That

Yesterday I succumbed to peer pressure and joined Facebook. I'm not proud, but there it is. This morning I have a Facebook hangover. Or maybe it feels a bit like when I started using a cell phone. I knew I had to do it, but the looming possibility of wasting enormous amounts of time hung over me like an overused metaphor. In one day I picked up 23 friends. My son, Tom, has 329 friends! He doesn't even know 329 people.

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.

Counter

Darling, Clementine.

Primary Colors

Tom has a new band, Primary Colors. Their first CD is called "Live Amuteurs."

You can download free songs here:

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

The Christmas Song

I See

Q. All right. I see here today that you're wearing glasses?
A. Uh-huh.
Q. Were you wearing those at the time of the accident?
A. Yes, I was.
Q. Do you have to wear those glasses every day?
A. Yes.
Q. What are those glasses for?
A. Seeing.

Living With It

Winter has moved in, with an amazing amount of luggage. Jeez.

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.)

And you?

Dreamscape

I dreamed last night that Gene and I had another baby, easy delivery, right at home, in our own bed. Then the first thing this baby did was learn to use the cell phone. I'm not sure what my subconscious is trying to tell me, but whatever it is, it doesn't seem good. Perhaps I need to check online to see my real children's cell phone usage this month.

FGWC

I guess we need to plan something. How does next week sound? I need some help here. Does anyone have a day or place in mind? My mind is comfuzzled. I don't know what to do.

Thanksgiving Feast

My friend Joan sent her kids off to college and is now living on the island of Cypress with her husband for the next five years. If you're going to have a mid-life crisis, that's the way to go! She is very encouraging to me as I plan my own mid-life crisis! Hah! She and her husband have no car, so they bike everywhere. She's looking fabulous. She brought some of the above treats for us yesterday to even out the Thanksgiving feast. Oh, my aching hat.

Shades of Arlo Guthrie

Q. Did you have to undergo any type of course or program or training as a result of the DUI that you received in 1991?
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?
A. No.
Q. It didn't address drinking and driving at all?
A. It addressed picking up garbage.

Pre-Thanksgiving Dugan

No, this has nothing to do with Thanksgiving, except that today is Thanksgiving Eve. I wanted to say, though, that if you're not reading Alan Dugan, you should be. This is why I read poetry, why I slog through tons of crappy verse, on the off chance of finding, well, a Dugan.

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.)

However

Not that I'm happy about it. No, not at all.

Reflection

I've been saving this one for a crappy weather day like today.

The Teeth of My Existence are Buried in the Wall

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Woo-hoo!

The November issue of Stirring is up, with poetry by Karen Terrey. Charmi Keranen, Doug Draime, Darren C. Demaree, Christine Potter and Patricia Smith, and fiction by D. Elliot Wedge. Guest edited by Abrielle Willis.

And the cover is too cool!

Upon Request

Back at home, it's lunchtime.

Tuntutuliak

While I was making it home safe and sound,
Gene was heading out to the Alaskan Bush.
Stop it. It's not like it sounds.

Just read a Jonathan Franzen essay on the U.S. Postal system.
I'm going to guess Tuntutuliak doesn't suffer
from the same problems as, say, Chicago might.

This is how you get there.

Moose Dirt

It was like seeing Big Foot -- a little blurry -- but much slower.

I was careful to follow the directions posted on every park info board.

"Always respect a moose's personal space."

We saw two moose, just grazing like cattle inside Kincaid Park.

Now my life is complete.

Winter is Winter

Alaska is beautiful and we're missing home. Winter is winter, no matter how you parse it, and I'm just not a winter woman. But I'm vowing to come back when the weather is more my style.

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.

Hiking Flattop Mountain Trail

The view.

Serendipity.

Dr. Judy Whitcomb with Rufus & Polly.

Thank goodness we ran into this wonderful lady.

We were on the verge of turning the wrong way.

She invited us to hike with her and Rufus and Polly.

Judy has lived in Alaska since the '80s.

She hikes the Flattop Mountain Trail every Sunday morning around 9:00.

Captives

At the Alaska SeaLife Center in Seward, where they have a large sea animal rehab center

along side some of the coolest displays. I spent a good deal of time with my hands inside a touch tank, feeling sea stars, urchins and anenomes. I love it, love it, love it!

This Stellar sea lion is in for rehab.

Gene's comment:
"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.

Musk ox. They've been domesticated to save them from extinction.

You know if I lived in Alaska what I'd have in my backyard.

Black-tailed deer.

It's gorgeous here, but Gene hasn't convinced me. There are not enough saunas in Alaska to keep my bones happy. He isn't deterred, however. While I'm blogging he's reading the Homes and Land magazine. Hah!

Highway 1

Sunrise.

Magpie enjoys pumpkin sans pie.

Signs

No, not yet, but I'm hopeful.
Yes, that's an ice fisherman out there.

The workweek is almost over. Gene's been training a guy all week to take over the Alaska region and reminding me almost hourly that this could have been the two of us moving up here. When the job came open earlier this year I said, Hell, no. Or words to that effect. Well, actually I said something more along the lines of, That's fabulous, dear, I'll see you in the summer. Be sure and write. I would never stand in the way of a man's dreams.

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I'm sure I've read a short story recently along similar lines. I can't remember what is was, though. Anyway. he interpreted that dialogue as, Hell, no. The wife-husband language is a very subtle one, full of nuance.

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But now he has me up here, feeding me halibut for dinner, hot cocoa before bed, promising me long winter hikes with moose. Good thing the job is already filled. I'm such a sucker for a moose.

First Looks - Cedar Waxwings & Magpies

I made it to Alaska safe and sound, but I'm not going to get to see too much until this weekend. Gene is working, I'm working...

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.

Tonight's Forecast

Wednesday Night...Mostly cloudy. Patchy fog after midnight. Lows 10 to 20 above. Northeast wind 10 to 15 mph.

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.

My God Will She Ever Stop Posting Pics

You're just going to have to endure this until I can get back in poetry mode.

You can thank your lucky stars you don't have to live with me.

It's torturous, by all accounts.

I seem to run into elk a lot when I'm out of Indiana.

I like elk.

Woo-Hoos!!!

I have been extremely delinquent lately in keeping up with the woo-hoos. No excuse. I'm a bad den mother. But here we go, congrats all around to:

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.

The White Cliffs of Oregon

My rock. Mine.
Look at Benny over there on that rock.

He thinks his shit is whiter than ours.

But we have the best resources in the world.

Pelican shit matches the color of waves.

Part of God's plan, I'm sure.

Forest Floor

Alice must be around here somewhere.

About as big as a breakfast sausage.

Hitchhikers are everywhere!

I saved its life, though, and put it back in the grass.

A little bit slimy.

9:00 A.M.

Osceola Fire at 3:00 A.M.

Our long time friends/neighbors' house burned pretty much to the ground last night.

We stood in the cold and the water.
Nothing to do but watch it burn.
Everyone made it out safely.

The Redwoods Hostel

Do this. Really.

Jojo & I shared a room for three days.

Total Cost: $149

There are a few stairs.

Just like home.

Check out the dijs beside the couch.

Comfy.

The manager.

And her husband.

They're both English majors!

This is what you do with that pesky English degree.

Full kitchen at your disposal.

Book swap shelves are in the laundry room.

Recycle, of course.