On the Wings of Molly Fisk

One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment. ~Hart Crane

I have been feeling a bit sorry for myself. My life is a bit too full of hepatitis C writing, with too little poetry. This week Molly Fisk spoke at Sierra Writers and I felt revived. A poet extraordinaire, even her voice is pure prose. Listening to her was like coming out of a coma and discovering I was in heaven all along. Inspired, I have been writing poetry—pseudo-poems, actually. (Kind of sounds like the bacteria, pseudomonas—oh my, does medical jargon stick to me?)

Regardless, writing prose and reading her poetry bring sweet respite.