Thoughts on May Sarton, Solitude, and Struggle

In a recent letter from a friend, he discussed his love of May Sarton’s Journal of a Solitude.  This was one of the first books I read when I began to think about writing.  Solitude spurred my love affair with May Sarton.  In her writing she is disarmingly honest about her struggles with personal relationship, her own difficult temperament, […]

Poetry on Quiet Quiet Feet…

    I want to talk about poetry.  Remember poetry?  Oh yes, the kind of writing that I supposedly do.  Well, to let you in on a small secret, I haven’t been writing very much poetry of late.  There was a vast and barren field where the seeds of poetry lay sleeping underneath the ragged […]