What a lovely poem. As a moon-lover, I heartily approve.
Titles are the hardest things. I spent hours today looking for an old blog post I want to repost here. I could not for the life of me remember the title or any useful keywords. Eventually we found it, but it was quite a hunt. If it had an intuitive title that would have helped, but no, I had to have given it an interesting and creative title!
This is so relatable! I do the same thing on my blog--searching for something I *know* I wrote about at some point! Which makes my kids say, "I like my own blog posts best!" A modified quote from this Jack Grapes poem: https://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2010/nov/23/poetry-jack-grapes/
Thank you for introducing me to jazz keys. And thank you for keeping the conversation about titles going. There is an organic fluidity to poems sharing titles, swapping titles, taking turns with them... the way you saved the word "midlife" for a different poem reminded me of the way my sisters and I used to borrow from each other's closets growing up. There's something comforting about this image: the body of our poems can dip in and out of each poem's sensibilities and phrases until each one is clothed and crowned.
What a lovely poem. As a moon-lover, I heartily approve.
Titles are the hardest things. I spent hours today looking for an old blog post I want to repost here. I could not for the life of me remember the title or any useful keywords. Eventually we found it, but it was quite a hunt. If it had an intuitive title that would have helped, but no, I had to have given it an interesting and creative title!
This is so relatable! I do the same thing on my blog--searching for something I *know* I wrote about at some point! Which makes my kids say, "I like my own blog posts best!" A modified quote from this Jack Grapes poem: https://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2010/nov/23/poetry-jack-grapes/
Thank you for introducing me to jazz keys. And thank you for keeping the conversation about titles going. There is an organic fluidity to poems sharing titles, swapping titles, taking turns with them... the way you saved the word "midlife" for a different poem reminded me of the way my sisters and I used to borrow from each other's closets growing up. There's something comforting about this image: the body of our poems can dip in and out of each poem's sensibilities and phrases until each one is clothed and crowned.
Oh I love the image of you and your sisters trying on clothes! It feels like there's a poem there!
Oh yes! I need to sit with that💚