What are you going to do today, Napolean?

This blog post isn’t the product of me berating myself because I’d abandoned the damn thing for too long. It isn’t the product of me saying, “Well, Carolee, you know you should…” Instead, it’s the result of being inspired by what I’m hearing around me.

You guys, people don’t understand why we write poetry

I’m after an experience. Not a recounting of an experience, but an exploration that just isn’t possible when I’m my clumsy mortal self stumbling around being an asshole (we’re all assholes), never having the right words.

On the heart’s footholds and poetry goals

When I find a phrase, an image or line that shows me something new, I believe in transformation — of the moment, of the object, of the self. And when I put them together into a finished poem, the whole world starts to make sense.

SAD MATH: This is for you / who do not fear

When a poet can pull off intimacy and distance at once, the poems stand out as something truly remarkable. Sad Math by Sarah Freligh is full of poems like that. As Sandra Meek says in a blurb at the book’s beginning, these poems are “nervy and frank, hilarious and heartbreaking.”

Marilyn Monroe watches us sideways: Thoughts on confessional poetry

I wake up and make oatmeal. I take my Subaru for its oil change. I go with my boyfriend to Bennington on an unseasonably warm February Saturday. We browse galleries and bookstores. We eat and drink at a local brewery where Marilyn Monroe watches us sideways from her perch atop an old upright piano. Things are perfectly normal.

Pre-game love (or love-less) poetry

I’d intended to take a recent poetry prompt at This Is Not A Literary Journal very seriously. But instead, it took me in a silly, tongue-in-cheek direction. Even the decision to put the poem in couplets is a little too obvious. Anyway, it’s wise to follow the muse where she takes us. It makes her […]
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On “The Walking Dead,” “Big Magic” and Progress on Poetry Goals

It’s far harder for me tear myself away from my significant other, from my kids, from family and friends when I’m in love with myself and all of them. But when I’m in a funk, I retreat and write.