Been busy being a stay-at-home mother this week. Man, have we had a ball! I LOVE going places with this girl. The other night, she said the first 7 letters of the alphabet and I nearly fell over in shock.

Okay.

Finally, I am getting to the meme that Sandra sent my way.

The first poem I remember reading was…a poem by Christina Rossetti. I have no recollection of which one, but it appeared in a small poetry book I bought at the elementary school book fair.

I was forced to memorize numerous poems in school and…I never had to memorize poems although I played Casca (Speak, hands for me!) in a production of Julius Caesar (6th grade). I memorized the Friends, Romans, Countrymen speech even though it wasn’t my part. I also memorized Jabberwocky in high school for a theatre class.

I read poetry because…This is like asking why I speak English. Reading poetry is such a part of my life that it’s transparent to me. Having to write this response is a shock to my system.

A poem I’m likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem…Schnackenberg’s “Supernatural Love” is a modern favorite. My mind turns into a complete blank when I’m asked a question like this.

I write poetry, but…people around me hardly read it, so I’ve started buying them poetry books as presents.

I find poetry…published in 32 Poems, both Best New Poets anthologies, and the recent Gulf Coast exciting.

The last time I heard poetry…Morri Creech at Chapter’s bookstore, because William Logan gave him a nod.

I think poetry is like…la madrugada.