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WHO AM I ?

Laurie Macfee is a poet, artist, teacher, student, and art administrator... now the manging the writing program and grants at

Vermont Studio Center. More info about this blog

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It's hot. 91 degrees and a billion percent humidity. To a person raised in the west, the warmest Vermont days are a trial. To anyone from...

friend(s)/

Yesterday I talked to three friends on the phone. Wrote emails to two more. Sent an essay to another. Today, wrote another two. And...

nth/

Nova to nude. nova, novel1, novel2, novelette, novelist, novella, novelty, November, novena, novice, novitiate, Novacaine, now, nowadays,...

lull/

I looked up break. Because I need a break. And I seem to be taking a break from this blog about every 4th or 5th day. But break is so...

sky/

It was going to be blue. But I am yellow. Not as in cowardly, but as in sunflower. Except I may also be cerulean, or azure. Lapis or...

buckets/

All the rain supposed to fall yesterday fell today. Oodles, loads. Poodles of puddles. No words to explain the amount of water let...

treat/

Nothing as good as a pedicure. The worn edges filed, the grubby skin pumiced, a foot rub in the middle that includes a kind of pummeling...

moment/

It’s all we get. These split seconds that build into the hours of our lives. How do we squeeze each moment out of a day? No clue, but I...

normal/

Not one word. No overwhelming sense of the day. Just normal. Except not, at all. Which is why its so weird. That nothing pulls me towards...

slide/

A Russian artist, showing two carousels of slides. Real slides, rotated and dropped in front of a heated bulb, projected to hum and...