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Nevertheless This time is sacred for the good or bad it could become but isn’t yet. For the 4 a.m. phone that doesn’t ring but might. Ma nishtana ha’laila ha’zeh mi-kol ha’leilot? Why is this night different than all other … Continue reading →

Well, the first stop of our tour–the Palm Beach Poetry Festival–gave us a little more excitement than we'd bargained… Posted by Jessica Jacobs on Wednesday, January 30, 2019 Advertisements

5:30 Sunday morning found me huddled at the kitchen table beneath the room’s only source of light, sipping tea and reading the Book of Isaiah. The fact that this is the most geriatric sentence on record (at least, on my record) … Continue reading →

As much of my writing these days tends to either originate from mid-run ruminations or grapple with running directly, I figured it would be kosher to include a race report on our writing blog (and Nickole was kind enough to … Continue reading →

Just past the Marriott’s doors, I asked a valet, “Which way to the river?” “What river?” he responded. I asked two more hotel employees and heard the same question. The river that bears your city’s name, I thought, but just … Continue reading →

Now, where are you going again? That’s the question we get most often. When we first started this journey, I’d simply list our event locations in the order in which we’d plan to travel, ticking off the calendar in my … Continue reading →

–from “Heavy Summer Rain,” Jane Kenyon After six glorious weeks in Asheville, we spent six days back in Little Rock, which was just enough time to see friends, figure out how to pack the suitcase equivalent of a Swiss Army Knife (three months … Continue reading →

I’m sure someone has a term for it somewhere, but there has to be a word for treating yourself like the kid you never got to be, for not just getting in touch with your inner child but dropping all … Continue reading →

After nearly a month in Asheville–the many tromps through the woods, the heavy late day rains, reading nearly a book a day, writing new poems (!), and meeting all of these wonderful new friends (and even a little salsa dancing thrown … Continue reading →