The early morning sky was the color of these roses. It's unseasonably warm here, a thunderstorm predicted. So the current blue sky on a Blue Monday may turn black-and-white rose colored soon. Wouldn't that be something? To see thunderheads billow up as these roses?
I'd been in a season of rejections, poetry-wise, but got a recent acceptance from Redheaded Stepchild, which specializes in publishing poems that were rejected elsewhere. Thank goodness for them! So if you have been in a Rejected Slump, be sure to check them out!
And, yes, the editors are redheads! Yippee!
Meanwhile, I've also moved into a season of synchronicity, when everything fits together. In addition to Life of Pi and Simone Weil, I'm now also reading The Gift, poems by Hafiz translated by Daniel Ladinsky; they are hitting the spot.
Randomly yesterday, EIL poet Ron Hardy mentioned that he was reading The Gift. "By Lewis Hyde?" I asked, and was correct. This The Gift is about "gift culture," reciprocity, and so on, and on! I am so lucky to have met Ron in person after featuring him at Escape Into Life! And now to live in the same town. Oh, what a joyous Random Coinciday! Be sure to check out his feature sometime. It has a bow on it.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited a literary magazine, and taught college English courses. Now I write poetry, blog "eight days a week," and listen to birdsong.