School's Out For Summer, And Now ...

Wow. Exams proctored, papers read, and grades posted. It's always a mix of ecstasy followed by a tinge of sadness. The summer stretches out before me like a sweet blue beach blanket. The only problem? It's 58 degrees in Seattle and overcast. Still, this is perfect writing weather. My House of Sky studio calls and this afternoon I plan to see if I remember how to write a poem.  The process of transitioning from  writing teacher to writer is often strange. It's a strangeness I've come to know.


This summer I hope to stay mostly in the garden and the writing studio. I have stacks of books ready to read and perhaps poems ready to write. I'll also be doing two readings and two teaching gigs. May summer last forever. Happy summer to you!