I don’t know about you but the holiday season is kind of bringing me down. It’s dark up here in Alaska, and it’s winter, and the birch trees outside our windows look so bare and bleak that I want to knit them all sweaters, except that I don’t know how to knit. Plus, all of… Read More All I want for Christmas is a used book. Or two. Or three …
Well, it happened: My adolescent crush died. Rod McKuen passed away last Thursday. According to a New York Times article, McKuen, 81, had been ill with pneumonia. McKuen’s numerous poetry books (29) sold millions, and he also penned popular songs. (Remember Seasons in the Sun? “We had joy/we had fun/we had seasons in the sun/….”) While McKuen… Read More Goodbye, Rod McKuen (or, what is “real” poetry)
I was excited to find my contributor’s copy of the Evening Street Review in my mailbox. I don’t know about you but when I receive a literary magazine featuring my work, I open it with fear and awe. Because no matter how many times I’ve seen my name in print, it’s always a small thrill, and… Read More Evening Street Review, and submission fears
Cinthia Ritchie 