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The poems I submitted to the NEA are part of what I hope to be a book-length exploration and documentation of my mother's battle with Alzheimer's. Witnessing the dissolution of her memory and the resultant loss of identity has been at times a harrowing experience. It has also, at times, been oddly comforting. The barriers my mother built up over the years to protect herself are gone.

They were substantial, so it has been something of a relief to see them disappear. What is left of my mother is her wit and essential kindness. I hope the poems reflect both the hardships and the rewards of dealing with a parent who is coping with this mysterious and ultimately fatal disease. I am very grateful for the peace of mind the financial assistance from this fellowship will afford me, as well as the encouragement and validation such an award provides.

The kind of writing I have been doing is difficult emotionally and artistically. Receiving the fellowship has energized me to take on the task of finishing the manuscript over the next year.

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A swarm of bees followed me home last night. Winged, pollen-laden, branch-haired. Everywhere I walked bees shadowed me. When I stopped for dinner, the swarm hovered outside, waiting for me to leave. It looked like a dark cloud, which made me think my luck might be turning away from me again, manifested in the ominous merger above my head.

When I arrived at my house, the bees were undeterred by doors or walls and flew behind me into my bedroom.