Reading at The Front, Montpelier

Becoming involved in National Poetry Month over the last ten years has been transformational for me. April was always, indeed, the cruelest month: too much snow in the woods to hike, temps to cold to start the garden, the cupboards running bare of last year's harvest, and of course, paying taxes on April 15. Alas, I'm not a sporty person, so my friends' joy in the opening of MLB did not really buoy my spirits. BUT NOW, April for me is chock-full of friends, creative endeavors, and participation in the camaraderie and collegiality of the literary arts community!

I HOPE YOU'LL JOIN ME as we wizard our way through mud season and shut some of life's other, um, distractions outside the door for a couple of magical hours of poetry. The FANTASTIC thing about the monthly poetry readings at The Front (organized by the incomparable Joy of Rabbit&Wolf) is the diversity of voices, textures, tones and perspectives of the poems and poets presenting. This April 10, for example, features Sarah Birgé, an educator-poet steeped in the feminine sacred, whose poems are gems sparkling with clarity and wisdom; Nancy Haiduck whose "Selling the Classifieds" is a sonnet series about selling ads for the New York Observer penned in the smooth-flowing, pared-down, no-nonsense language of their subject matter; and me, reading more sonnets, no doubt--but some will be in Italian and others from my new book, Love in a Time of Climate change.

WE ALL WOULD REALLY LOVE TO SEE YOU THERE!