an interview in Adanna Journal, where I talk about poetry, seriously but through the lenses of my whimsy-colored glasses.
Roughly the rosy, pinky, orange of this morning's sunrise.
By whimsy, I mean you'll find the occasional musical-comedy lyric + my kids rolling their eyes. By "seriously" I mean, I do try to answer the real questions about poetry, poetry process, avoiding sentimentality, and being all that you can be in the army of women writers in the world. And, as the genie reminds Aladdin when he's trying to talk to Jasmine ("Bee yourself," in the guise of a bee), I try to bee myself.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover and a bee,
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.