In the spring of 2018, I went to a poetry reading where the poet, Ruth Foley, said that every writer at any time has a list of obsessions. Here is my list:
Names and naming, stray dust and fuzz that clings to surfaces, Edward Hopper, raccoons, hip bones and spine ridges like baby pearls, obsessive plant care, lights that cross and make multiple shadows on the floor, fog, candles with wooden wicks, trying to make a meal with only what’s in a nearly empty fridge, lying awake at night, windows and glass, color swatches from home good stores, sighs, the shadows of birds
Names and naming, stray dust and fuzz that clings to surfaces, Edward Hopper, raccoons, hip bones and spine ridges like baby pearls, obsessive plant care, lights that cross and make multiple shadows on the floor, fog, candles with wooden wicks, trying to make a meal with only what’s in a nearly empty fridge, lying awake at night, windows and glass, color swatches from home good stores, sighs, the shadows of birds
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