Monthly Archives: July 2020

Glencolumkille Donegal

Had the fates not sent the pandemic, I’d be back in Ireland, taking a class at Oideas Gael, . I haven’t been back to this small town for eight years, and the place tugs at me. Oideas Gael is open during … Continue reading

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Poetry Reading Invite

  I’ve just completed a poetry reading for the Armenian Library and Museum of America, in Watertown MA.  I look forward to sharing my story with you.  The poems are all for the chapbook Look Behind You.  Diane Kremmer, Vancouver, … Continue reading

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It’s No Substitute for Being There

But right now, photographs and memories will do. Back in 1990, I visited Loughcrew, in Oldcastle Ireland, for the first time. My daughter Jenny and I had the key to unlock the gate and a flashlight.  There wasn’t anyone else … Continue reading

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Maine Means Summer

Like many New Englanders, I love going to Maine in the summer and autumn.  Maine is the essence of summer- wild blueberries, ocean spray, walks high above the sea.  Last year I was fortunate enough to have a two-week retreat … Continue reading

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What’s Savannah Like?

Before COVID, I went to Savannah to visit my cousin who had moved south.  Bonadventure Cemetery has become a part of Deb’s life. She shares a back fence with the cemetery and she walks there each day, along with many … Continue reading

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Wild Rose Press

I’m happy to share this news with other poets. There’s a wonderful new poetry press in town– well, in the world, actually.  Sandy Benitez is the founding editor of Wild Rose Press, an indie poetry and flash fiction press for women’s … Continue reading

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Copper Jazva

Many of us have gone deep into our memories during this time of cocooning. Now it seems I’m dredging.  I wonder how many of you may be doing the same and if you’ve also surprised yourself. Reading coffee grounds is … Continue reading

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