by joannezc | Feb 20, 2022 | My poetry, Thoughts
Seventeen days after the first U.S. state went into lockdown, I was suffering from extreme anxiety, and I experienced my first ever five-hour episode of atrial fibrillation and tachycardia. I hadn’t left my house in 20 days, but I was sure I was going to die as a...
by joannezc | Apr 7, 2020 | My poetry, Thoughts
Living with the Coronavirus Curve In an era of the curve, a measurement for the overwhelming number of deaths caused by a rogue virus, it seems appropriate to discuss why poets write about death, grief, and loss, and why readers are drawn to these themes. We all know...
by joannezc | Dec 8, 2019 | My poetry
Images of dust appear throughout my poems, and I often wonder why it is a symbol I love to repurpose in each poem. Then, my brain comes to life, and I realize that T.S. Eliot, my favorite poet, wrote my favorite line of poetry: “I will show you fear in a handful of...
by joannezc | Nov 25, 2019 | My poetry
As I compare my debut collection of poetry, A Consecration of the Wind, to the manuscript for my second book Fragmented Roots, I realize that I have included images of glass and mirrors throughout my poems, which span five decades. In both collections, the glass...
by joannezc | Nov 25, 2018 | My poetry, Writing poetry
My dream of publishing a book of poetry might have begun when I was a teenager, writing overly-religious poems until graduating from high school, but it began to take deeper roots in the late 70s and early 80s when I began to write poems I considered worthy of being...
by joannezc | Nov 4, 2018 | My poetry, Reading poetry
While I wait for the paperback version of my debut collection of poems to be released, I have been having some fun promoting my poetry and poetry in general. Last spring I was invited to speak to some students at the Montessori School in Front Royal. Earlier this...
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