by Cathy Wittmeyer | Apr 26, 2021 | Words
Have you ever done something as you planned and prepared for it, received well-intentioned compliments, and only felt terrible afterward? Well, it’s over: Thursday’s Zoom reading in which I read new material next to some amazing poets that shattered me temporarily...
by Cathy Wittmeyer | Apr 6, 2021 | Words
I was listening to the January 25 The Poet Salon podcast with hosts Gabrielle Bates, Luther Hughes, and Dujie Tahat and their guest Ada Limón. They discussed the virtues of poetic “play,” among other wonderful topics. The play topic stuck out for me because the craft...
by Cathy Wittmeyer | Dec 11, 2020 | Words
A dear friend still wants me to tell her the time I was born so that she can do my reading. I hate to avoid the question, but I avoid all things hocus-pocus. This is weird for a life-long relatively devout Catholic to say, I know. Hocus-pocus is essential to our...
by Cathy Wittmeyer | Nov 25, 2020 | Words
(The Year of the Monkey, Bloomsbury Pub.) In the center of February — or was it March? I cannot tell from this vantage point, but it was the middle point of a month, a segment of time that can seem rather long depending on what you are waiting for: an exam result, a...
by Cathy Wittmeyer | Nov 16, 2020 | Words
No, I’m not crying because I’m waiting for my own spinal tap results. I don’t cling to life that much. But I know he does. Most people I know have a Velcro-like attraction to life as if we didn’t know this is all temporary. Maybe we...
by Cathy Wittmeyer | Jun 15, 2020 | Words
On Thursday, June 11, Jaclyn Costik and I, defended our manuscripts, “And Otherwise Defective,” and “Kadenz,” respectively. A few hours later, we held a virtual public reading. Well over 50 people attended the reading via Zoom and participated in the Q&A at...
