Not All Are Weeping is in my hands We’re Having a Zoom Launch Party, and You’re Invited. Here’s the Link Jean Feldeisen is inviting you to a scheduled Zoom meeting. Topic: Book Launch Not All Are WeepingTime: Jun 4, 2023 02:00 PM Eastern Time (US and Canada) Join Zoom Meetinghttps://us06web.zoom.us/j/84892588996?pwd=UWFTZGxEbkp6Q01Fbno4SGZUTnN3Zz09 Meeting ID: 848 9258 8996Passcode:Continue reading “It’s Time”
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It’s Time
Not All Are Weeping is in my hands We’re Having a Zoom Launch Party, and You’re Invited On Sunday, June 4, from 2-3ish PM (EDT), I will celebrate the publication of my first chapbook, Not All Are Weeping, with a virtual book launch party. I will talk a little about my poetry journey and readContinue reading “It’s Time”
It’s Time
Not All Are Weeping is in my hands We’re Having a Zoom Launch Party, and You’re Invited On Sunday, June 4, from 2-3ish PM (EDT), I will celebrate the publication of my first chapbook, Not All Are Weeping, with a virtual book launch party. I will talk a little about my poetry journey and readContinue reading “It’s Time”
The Raven’s Perch published four of my poems yesterday
The Raven’s Perch is a nicely designed online journal that has won some awards. It is unusual in that it publishes your work without asking for permission, informing you at submission that it will do so if your work is accepted. Anyway, I was pleased to see the note in my inbox. There has beenContinue reading “The Raven’s Perch published four of my poems yesterday”
“Bright Fruit” Published This Week
In a little online journal called The Ravens Perch I wrote this poem during the pandemic, after weeks of not going into grocery stores, isolating myself within the confines of my house. It is about the almost too-muchness of the experience of grocery shopping after a few months. The colors and smells, the noise and bustleContinue reading ““Bright Fruit” Published This Week”
The Second Crows Feet podcast airs today
If you are feeling glum about aging, you might want to listen to today’s podcast episode. Jan M Flynn interviews author Priscilla Long about her book Dancing with the Muse in Old Age, and her thoughts about aging well. I liked so many parts of the interview. First of all, the author was trying toContinue reading “The Second Crows Feet podcast airs today”
I hope you will join me in celebrating.
After years of work, a few acceptances, and lots of rejections, I am pleased to announce the publication of my first poetry chapbook: Not All Are Weeping. My small book of poems will be published by Main Street Rag sometime in the spring or summer of next year.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
— Martin Luther King, Jr. February, the month of love, the month that the sun begins to reappear, the shortest month technically, though it often seems to go on forever. Welcome to February. We have survived two blizzards since last week’s newsletter. At last, we are getting what seems more like a Maine winter. IContinue reading ““Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.””
Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
—Sylvia Plath I think nerves are a good topic for this week. Because of things getting on them. Like the persistent below zero cold, the ice-covered driveway that forbids me to take more than take one ginger-step at a time, the sameness of the house and the company. I am craving interesting things and ifContinue reading “Winter dawn is the color of metal, the trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.“
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens
I am glad to have reached the middle of January before the bleakness of the month hit me. I use the tired, cold, bleak, giving-up feelings as fuel for writing poetry. I think poetry has the ability, like many arts, to make you feel better about the very depressing thing you are writing about orContinue reading “It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice- Wallace Stevens”
Jean Feldeisen 