The Hopper Issue III – ECESIS

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This is a season of homecoming for me. I’ve moved back to the region where I grew up in Minnesota after almost ten years away. Summer humidity stokes the air with the smell of new cottonwood leaves along mucky lakes, tugging me back into memories. Each day brings a reunion of past selves and ages. Old layers rise and teem like each evening’s insects.

Fittingly, The Hopper‘s third print issue arrived in my mailbox this week. We asked writers and artists for work related to the term “ecesis,” which formally means the making of new habitat and home. In ecology, “ecesis” refers to species pioneering or invading (which verb?) new places — sometimes places altered by wildfire or storm. As climate change, resource wars, and inequality worsen, the numbers of people and living things seeking homes where they can thrive or even survive will increase. Our intentions to tend one’s place and widen community become more crucial.

The artists and writers who answered our call for submissions are visionaries. I’m honored to have worked with the poems and poets in these pages. I hope that as you dwell in this smart, thriving, diverse collection, the world you inhabit grows. Order and read more here.

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“Norwich Triptych” in The Cincinnati Review

Julian of Norwich (anchoress, mystic, writer of the first book by a woman) received fever visions, or “showings,” of God when she was 30 and a half years old. I wrote a triptych of poems in her voice when I was 30 and a half years old, now published in The Cincinnati Review‘s fine summer 2018 edition. Here’s the first:

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Endless love for the little things.

“Bypass” in Cold Mountain Review

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When I was only starting to understand that my parents had whole lives before they had my brother and me, my dad had heart surgery. Of course the surgeon couldn’t see his dreams that didn’t come to fruition; that would be impossible. I guess that’s the point of this poem in Cold Mountain Review‘s spring issue — gratitude for de-cisions and in-cisions that mean my dad and I are both alive.

“Movements” in Ecotone

Cover of Ecotone "The Craft Issue"I am so honored to be in Ecotone‘s Craft Issue, hot off the letterpress. Please buy a copy, subscribe, or have your library subscribe because it’s wonderful. The issue features Martha Park’s illustrated “Portrait of a Vacant Lot,” Aimee Nezhukumatathil’s reflections on color with embroidery by Humayrah Poppins, and my humble lyric essay about cello lessons, among other wonders.

Not last spring, but the spring before last, I took up cello lessons. I promptly fell in love with my teacher and her way of teaching. She gave me charming metaphors to help me visualize myself moving in the right ways. They worked, magically.

I also fell in love with a recording of Jacqueline du Pre playing Elgar’s cello concerto. She moved me, the images my teacher gave me moved me, and I moved with my cello in hopes that we might play something beautiful eventually. But to be honest, I also fell in love with beginning: being an amateur discovering the simplest things, attempting and hoping and imagining myself into something new. Even playing one right note thrilled me.

My essay troubles the ease of the maxim to visualize success. The body and the mind do not always match. But how beautiful I find our legacies of trying. How inspiring we can be to each other even so.

Cirque Calder poems at New Orleans Review

A mentor showed me this film last February, and I spent that spring in slight obsession with Alexander Calder. I read and watched and looked and wondered and then wrote too many poems about him, especially his circus. New Orleans Review features two: “Cirque Calder Encore, 1970” and “Curiosities of Cirque Calder, 1927 on.”

If you’d like to get obsessed with Calder too (and haven’t already), I’d suggest visiting the Whitney Museum’s Calder page.