Monday, March 12, 2012
I have been reading stories and poems lately on cowbird.com, a site that allows people to publish work they want to have others read and to solicit readers’ comments. I have been a “lurker” so far, just reading some of the “Daily stories” that come to me in email. Yesterday’s poem, about the fragility of everything around us, made me think how much my mother would have enjoyed the freedom and access of the Internet. Writing was a very personal, intimate thing for her—I don’t think she would have put her work up for others to read very easily at all—but she would have loved not having to wait for a book to arrive in order to read new work.
One of my mother’s most treasured affiliations, in her later years,
Sunday, March 11, 2012
I haven’t written in a long time, but I haven’t abandoned the idea of this blog. Its premise still pulls me. I think my absence had to do with reexamining what a blog is for and how it is most likely to please its author and its readers. My favorite blogs for reading make me feel as if I shared an office or a sitting room with the author.