EILEEN MYLES AND GETTING PAID

Eileen Myles gives me hope. Not necessarily for money for poetry. Although I did get paid £50 for my poems in Tin House and that felt somehow a little validating. Even more than the money was having poems in Tin House and the generosity of poet friends. Eileen Myles, like many I would imagine, givesContinue reading “EILEEN MYLES AND GETTING PAID”

Expectations and Going on your Nerve

Is hope a form of expectation? My expectations have often led to suffering. Whether the next new country or relationship. Or planning a lesson for a spectacular class only to have it fail miserably. And then the letting go. Almost tricking myself into believing I don’t really care and then WHAM! A surprisingly great class.Continue reading “Expectations and Going on your Nerve”