This is a second edition of my first poetry book, originally published by Cafe Review Press two decades ago, but long out of print. I’ve worked hard, but too slowly, to get it back into print, partly because other writing projects kept yelling for attention like spoiled brats, while SHE sat quietly on the shelf,…

Here’s what: Next Tuesday will be the final class for this semester’s Creative Writing: Process & Practice at Front Range Community College. My students have amazed me with their enthusiasm and talent. This week we critiqued their work and everyone agreed that the hard work was well rewarded. These are adult learners with busy lives…

For several years I have been a member of an excellent poetry critique group. We meet weekly and dish about each others lives and recent poetry. We are tough and tender by turns. And once in a while, we review a full manuscript for one of the members. Here’s what happened this week. We had…

We talk about a writer’s persona, who she is on the page, how she appears to readers and fans. But we don’t always think about  all her responsibilities for a full life. Somehow many of my health care concerns have drifted together like the plastic gyre in the Pacific. All my preventive screenings have fallen…

Colorado lost a good friend and important poet on September 26th. I think of Cold Mountain and long to leap the world’s ties, sit with him amongst the clouds. from “Autumn Night: Cold Mountain,” Michael Adams