Well, we finally made it to Tucson. After a 35 hour flight, including 27 hours at the very lovely Salt Lake City airport (sarcastic coughs here), we straggled in, me with two suitcases and my partner lugging two guitars, an amplifier and two big backpacks. It was a trying trip, to say the least, and… Read More Poetry proofs, and hello to the desert
OMG, I am in love. I have a big-time crush. I am in writerly, crushed love with writer and poet Lisa Summe. I discovered Lisa while researching poetry publications. I was browsing the past winners of Smartish Pace’s Erskine J. Prize when I came across Summe’s Morning After We Hook Up, and I was floored. I… Read More What I’m reading and my new writing crush
I can’t believe that I missed this. My poem “Paperdolls” ran in the September issue of Clementine Unbound and I mistakenly thought it was going to be in the November issue. A big and clumsy oops to me. (Maybe I need to start actually reading my email, eh?) Here are the first two sections, as teasers:… Read More New work up at Clementine Unbound
It’s raining outside. It’s been raining for days, a moody summer rain that’s intensified the green so that everywhere I look there is green, green, green. I love the sound of rain on the roof. It reminds me of childhood and lying in bed at night, covers pulled to my chin as I wondered what… Read More Another publication, and what I’m reading
So there I was late one night, furiously browsing the submissions lists on various websites and bookmarking contests and magazines. Unlike most, I don’t choose magazines by rank or so-called “quality.” I choose by feel. I want my work placed in magazines where they’d feel at home, and where I’d feel at home. I don’t… Read More Work up at Skinny Poetry Journal
So there I was in the bathroom doing my thing, when I looked up and saw a spider, delicate and black, climbing up the wall. Later that day I saw another spider in the kitchen, and yet another in my writing room. A sign, perhaps, for in Native American myths, spiders are weavers of dreams… Read More National Poetry Month: Two spider poems
So there I was, out in the yard with Seriously and trying, unsuccessfully, to keep her from rolling in the dead, stinky thing over by the trees, when the neighbor came out to feed their chickens. We live at the end of a cul-de-sac, on a slender side street that borders a park and bike… Read More National Poetry Month and Ales Steger’s “Egg”
Check it out: CHEAP MOTEL OUTSIDE OF HOLBROOK, ARIZONA BY CINTHIA RITCHIE Mildew sucks the ceiling, we eat crackers in the bathtub, wine bottle chilling the toilet, we fuck all week, sweat bruising the sheets, we smear apricot juice over our palms, eat cold burritos, throw Cheetos out the window for the lizards, we are earth… Read More New work up at Autumn Sky Poetry Daily
It’s been quite a week, no? I was sick with the flu, I practically died of heat-stroke during my last run (it was 82 here at my sister’s here in Philly yesterday) and I realized that the new poem I had been working on and thought was oh-so-wonderfully-perfect isn’t perfect at all. In fact, it… Read More New work up at damfino press
I was feeling so heady last night. I stayed up until 4 a.m., writing like mad, and it was one of those times when everything flowed, when words dropped like fruit from my fingertips. I was so happy that I got up and danced around the room a couple of times (humming bad songs from… Read More Two fer Tuesday (or, more rejections, sigh, sigh)
Cinthia Ritchie 