Back when I fantasized about being a starving artist in the East Village, my father assured me that I could achieve the next best thing with a degree in education and a K-12 arts program that would be mine all mine. I scoffed. “Those who can’t do, teach!” I huffed before retreating to my room to brood like the drama queen that I was, er, am [...]
So, I fell off the blog horse. (See RKA: Under Construction for more on why.) But I’m back, baby! And, while I have a stockpile of art and adventure to share with you, tonight I am compelled to compartir a little shred of my heart. Be kind. I’m getting naked. It’s been a rough couple of months. And that’s an understatement. How do you describe the darkness once [...]
Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stareee cummings
I figure if I thrust my friends into the spotlight with last week’s post, maybe I better step in it myself. It looks like spring has arrived in San Cristóbal de las Casas; the days are brighter and my steps are lighter. (Jealous, Midwesterners?) So, in honor of this very poetic season, I am sharing some lines I wrote several springs back with a little bonus by e.e. cummings [...]
It’s Poetry Tuesday! This week, in honor of my 8 favorite artists working, creating, and inspiring in Guatemala, El Salvador, and Honduras, an ArtCorps-inspired poetry slam, complete with three poems for the price of one!
Stop what you’re doing and write a poem. Do it. Now. This morning, I had a Skype date with friend and ArtCorps artist, Jennifer Sklar Gilbert, who wagged her finger and told me I better start writing for me, not just for clients.“Tell me you’ve quit that ghostwriting shit!” she barked (lovingly).I shrank from the [...]
It's the old rule that drunks have to argue and get into fights. The lover is just as bad. He falls into a hole. But down in that hole he finds something shining, worth more than any amount of money or power.Rumi
It’s Poetry Tuesday! My New Year’s resolution in 2010 was to read and write more poetry. I’m a year late. (We won’t count the month of January.) But, meeting the lovely ladies of ArtCorps inspired me to roll over my resolution to 2011 and make my life a little more poetic. (If you saw the bruises on my klutzy legs, you’d probably agree.) Stay tuned every Tuesday [...]
Since my Christmas catastrophe, certain members of my family have launched the Campaign To Bring Rachael Home: an effort that I fear will only grow more aggressive with time. Sure, it’s good to be loved. And I’m heartsick to know that, thanks to me, their navidad was less than feliz as they alternated gift [...]
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