Book Review: The Green Notebook by John Angell Grant
A Poetry Collection That Tells Stories of Healing, Crossing Points, Life and Death
Published by Eyepublishewe
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Read More »A Fearless Collection of Free Verse Poetry: Pandemic lovers, Nation-decay, Nature’s miracles
Published by Eyepublishewe
Read More »The Most Important Lesson—
Freshman Year 1979
Roommates
I’m going to tell you about my freshman roommate, Lily*. Because when I was seventeen, Lily taught me an important life skill that I am still trying to master.
Read More »You Can’t Keep The House Your Daughter Was Born In
Remember that night, as my midwife Ghuru B, a tiny woman from Chicago, smiled at me? I was on all fours on the bed and mooing like a cow in distress. I knocked my tea mug over, the stain spreading down the wall, while my husband pressed the spot on my back to suppress the pain. And finally after twelve hours of labor, she was born.
Read More »with Laura Grevel:
Q1: When did you start writing and first influences?
Laura: I started writing when I was 17, mostly essays. My first influences were my storytelling grandparents, the books I read, nature, and the visual arts. I loved to listen to people tell stories. I loved to read—fiction, essays, poetry, mysteries. I loved plants and flowers and parks and west Texas and Mexico. I loved the paintings and sculpture of my parents and their artist friends.
Q2: Who are your biggest influences today?
Laura: My biggest influences today are my many poetry friends in the East Midlands, UK, and my two poetry workshop groups, Write The Poem and the Paper Cranes Collective. During the pandemic, Zoom Open Mics have also given me exposure to many poets from all over. Hearing these various poets read their work aloud and reading their poetry books and blogs…
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You may think we hang upside down from the rafters at Christmas, or throw purple socks in the air for New Year’s.
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As the November 2018 Senate and House of Representatives elections in the U.S.A. approach, we are again struggling to vote from abroad. So it’s time to send this blog out again!
My fingers tremble, my breath rasps. I flex my thigh muscles and prepare to leap . . . do the long jump . . . go far . . . over the ocean to reconnect with my people, my roots, my dirt.
But first, there’s this little thing called bureaucracy:
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