L.L. Barkat is Managing Editor of <a href=http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/>Tweetspeak Poetry</a>, a site committed to helping people experience a whole life through the power of writing, reading, and
By Sunday, I am undone.
Managing a rapidly-growing poetry blog, [http://tweetspeakpoetry.com/blog]
working five Facebook pages and three Twitter pages, serving an audience of over
22,000 writers, poets, and insurance
Two years ago I sat on a bare window seat at an inn in Pittsburgh. The air was
dry, the day light, as sun reflected off deep, deep snow outside. On this
morning,
“A stunt book,” the reviewer called Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, because Barbara
Kingsolver had dedicated a year of her life to organic vegetables, and she had
subsequently written about it.
I wasn’t sure
It starts after dinner, when I share a poem called, “One Art.” I began reading
poems after dinner when my husband’s job changed, and he started working late,
and we felt the
I have never been one to like guns. My stepfather displayed his rifles on the
living room wall (which frightened me), and I watched my mother pull a trigger
once (the shotgun kick-back
