Wrestling Emily Dickinson

I'd like to take this opportunity to wish everyone who follows this blog my commiserations on the shitstorm 2009 turned out to be, and m...

So I've been researching the sequence I'm toying with about Elizabeth by listening to the audiobook of David Starkey's Elizabeth...

Beneath the swagger portrait she stands, legs wide, arms angled, hands, raised to harp or dance, to be plighted, an enchanting gift, their p...

Kristen Mchugh at Carnival of the Random has conferred on me something called the Honest Scrap Blogger Award, for which much thanks. Under t...

It was a good christmas, on the whole. Sure, the shop where I work closed and I lost my job, and, sure, I still have a massive wodge of glue...

Two things happened today which freaked me out a bit. The first thing was finding a small metal ball-bearing apparently left randomly on a s...

This gig isn't about me performing. I'm doing one poem and that's it. It's about giving the audience an opportunity to write...