The Apostrophe Blog
An heirloom narcissus that, strangely, insisted on blooming starting back in December and is now slayed and then some by our recent ice/ocalypse. Which still refuses to thaw as temperatures hover (barely) above 32 degrees Fahrenheit for yet another night. This tenacious little blossom feels like a stand-in—perhaps a symbol for all of us struggling humans unused to (for now) these weather extremes, spoiled and privileged as we confront and attempt to brave this brave new unprecedented climate-crisis world, where these uncommon events show up, more often and with regularity, wreaking their havoc, making our so-called modern lives next to impossible for days. How we think we can stand up, endure the elements, outsmart the ice, wind, snow, cold but, alas, it is impossible to navigate once you are hunkered down, encased.
Interests: Reading, writing, not arithmetic. The art and craft of poetry. Photography. Vegetable and flower gardening especially heirloom bulbs and dahlias. Movies in real theatres. Theatre on real stages. Art in real galleries. Crossword puzzles and, of course, Wordle. Singer-songwriters like Aimee Mann and Patti Griffin. All kinds of music especially 1930s jazz. Venice, Italy! The Dude abides.
- Choosing Beauty… - November 16, 2024
- Publication News: Ghost Town Poetry 20th Anniversary Anthology, Volume 3 - November 7, 2024
- Wishing Tree - November 4, 2024
