by Minerva Rising Contributor | Mar 21, 2014 | Blog, Poetry2, The Keeping Room
Today was the day to shovel sky clean snow clean breath sharp to our marrow. We know we will be all right really we will but I remember the story our mother told. The farmer was away when the blizzard struck, the first that winter of many blizzards that buried his...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Mar 7, 2014 | Blog, The Keeping Room
We writers who work full-time at non-writing jobs face countless obstacles in our quest for a few hours of peace and quiet. I’ve come to believe that being an English teacher may be one of the worst jobs of all, as my struggle to read and assess stacks of...
by Emily Shearer | Nov 18, 2013 | Blog, Poetry2, Staff Blog
I am not a huge fan of the epigraph. You know, those short pieces in italics set off to the right at the top of a poem or in a notes section, there to guide us obtuse readers into the mind of the poet before we get into the meat of the poem. For one thing, the word...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Nov 14, 2013 | Blog, The Keeping Room
Today, after rising at five o’clock to talk to my lover on the phone between five and six when he is on his way to work, I return to bed and dream that my son Jonathan is driving my friend Manta and me somewhere downtown and we pass a house on a street of crowded...
by Minerva Rising Contributor | Oct 31, 2013 | Blog, The Keeping Room
I hear the girls before I see them. “Oh my gosh, it’s a lizard!” Then a swarm of giggles and scuffling footsteps travel up the street, into the driveway, onto my front porch where I sit with a glass of Cabernet in the waning October sun reading Joan...
