wangmo * dhompa

Two poems by  Tsering Wangmo Dhompa appear in the latest issue of Cerise, the gorgeous international e-journal edited by Sally Molini, Karen Rigby, and Fiona Sze.  Here’s an excerpt:

from An invitation to a struggle

Consider the stories we tell, the moral
or meaning lost over time. Perhaps it is culture
hindering the dog from learning
good etiquette. Colour as a cause. Naturally,
in a volte-face we can say it is a native’s
compliment because we advertise
for a fairer tint. In stories of war
the other is chimera, a shapeless
behemoth in need of a lesson…



 Tsering Wangmo Dhompa is the author of three titles from Apogee Press: In the Absent Everyday (2005), Rules of the House (2002, finalist for the Asian American Literary Awards in 2003) and My rice tastes like the lake (forthcoming). A former fellow at MacDowell Colony and Hedgebrook, she was raised in the Tibetan exile communities of Nepal and India. She now lives in San Francisco.


la * radio

Gratitudes:  Christian Wiman and Don Share will discuss my work on an upcoming media cast for the Poetry Foundation in Chicago.  Their project features my poems in an upcoming issue of Poetry Magazinehence a recent visit to the radio station at the University of California, Irvine.  Many thanks to Margaret, who arranged everything with the sound engineer.  I’ll visit again next week. 


On the UCI campus, I was happy to see Li Po’s head restored!  He’s in a garden off Aldrich Park, posed with three other Chinese poets & philosophers.  Last time I visited UCI, the venerable head of our moon-in-the-lake poet was missing from his marble torso.  Glad to see his new noggin intact!


Written in Chinese, his “Li” is the same as my “Lee.”  Though I, too, may lose my head while gazing at beautiful Aldrich Park in the center of the Irvine campus, I’m not sure whether we’re actually related, literally.

Endless River: Li Po and Tu Fu : A Friendship in Poetry  

Prayers:  For people, everywhere, who write poetry… inspiration through words, languages, and healing.


sawako * nakayasu

Here’s my appreciative review of Texture Notes by Sawako NakayasuMany thanks to Colin & the good folks at Cutbank Literary Journal, University of Montana! 

From me:  “The latest collection by translator and poet Sawako Nakayasu, Texture Notes, features 48 original journal entries dated from 2003 to 2004, arranged in a variety of textures and rhythms. With echoes of Zukofsky poetics and Steinian word-play, Nakayasu explores the objectivist challenge of describing physical textures in the external world: bicycles, fresh laundry, love in the air….”

frontera * women

From Denise at Newpages: “Yes, We Are Still Dancing is the collaborative work of Susan Amstater, artist, Connie Dillman, artist, and Jacquelyn Stroud Spier, poet. The book is a project published in partnership with the Frontera Women’s Foundation (FWF), El Paso, Texas, dedicated to increasing resources and expanding opportunities for women, girls and their families who reside along the U.S./Mexico border. The mission of FWF is to improve the conditions and status of these women by fostering positive social and economic change through education, economic empowerment, improved health, and safety in their communities. All profits from this publication will be used to fund an arts and culture endowment to support those pursuing arts in the Borderland.”

mario * vargas * llosa

muchas * gracias

Appreciations:  To the textured passion of Cyrus, the stunning reflections on fanaticism by Dorothy, the lyric intricacies of sea creatures by Kelli, to the generosity of Ira who came all the way from Tampa, to the cupcake-loving wordslingers from Moorpark College, to a smiling woman with a paper parasol who mentioned she heard me read in Denver this past year, and especially to dear Elena Karina for sharing her love of poetry & community by bringing us together this Sunday. 

Muchas gracias to you all & congratulations on surviving a 97-degree heat wave in Hollywood!  Whew.


Whenever you cool down, here is a recipe for Spanish hot chocolate con churros.  You make the churros yourself, then dunk ’em in a hot chocolate dip (which you could also sip like thick cocoa, if you wish).

Book about chocolate.

la * isla

In case you have lots of time (& cash-ola) on your hands, perhaps consider buying your very own private island.  Just  imagine!  Your own halcyon paradise – la isla – for writing poems & essays… “a room of one’s own.”

Here’s one: 

Where: Near Marathon, in the Florida Keys
Asking Price: $995,000
Acreage: 0.32

The turquoise-colored roofs you see in the picture are open-air sitting areas with decks, chairs, and a campfire cooking area. But the island also comes with a 38-foot houseboat, not pictured here, that sleeps 4-5 people. Great reefs nearby for snorkeling. All the seafood you can eat.

Charlie's Island

dove * lion

Barbara Jane Reyes and Oscar Bermeo, two extraordinary poets, launch Doveglion Press, an independent publisher of political literature and orature: “We are committed to publishing aesthetically diverse and challenging works of strong artistic merit.  Doveglion, the pen name which Jose Garcia Villa crafted from the dove, eagle, and lion, is a fantastic and hybrid creature, signifying the writer’s ability to embody multitudes, and from splintered selves, to reinvent, and to reconstruct him/herself anew.”

woolf * joyce

Here’s an amusing site for a quiet Wednesday morning:  I Write Like…  Cut and paste a paragraph or so of your writing into the window, click “Analyze,” and see…


I tried  I Write Like…  twice – once with a paragraph from this blog, and once with a snippet from my novel.  First result: I write like Charles Dickens.  Second result: I write like James Joyce.  Goodness gracious!  Sure wish I wrote like Clarice Lispector, Kiran Desai, Virginia Woolf, or Chuang Hua. 

   A Room of One's Own (Annotated)