Yes, I’m a nasty woman. And damned proud of it, too. My poem I Am Not Your Baby was selected to be included in the Lost Horse Press Nasty Women Poets: An unapologetic anthology of subversive verse. This is so exciting because I’ve always considered myself a feminist, and a rebel, and someone who thinks outside… Read More Nasty Women Poets anthology
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 …
Because today was National Poetry Day, I decided to pick the apples off our crab apple trees. Standing in the yard, my arms raised overhead as I plucked one fragrant apple after another, I thought of ancient women standing in fields, their arms raised to the heavens in grief and triumphant. I had Richard Siken’s Scheherazade… Read More Of apples, poetry and Google Glass
I am in love with Richard Siken. I can’t help it. I want to kiss his mouth, touch my tongue against his. I know that he’s gay, but no matter. It’s not that type of love. What I love are his words. I want to fill my mouth with his poems, slide them along my teeth… Read More I love you, Richard Siken (or, my favorite poem)
Cinthia Ritchie 