The Revolution Comes to My Front Door: My latest piece in the El Paso News
I’ve been one morose social justice warrior. (Yeah, I know that term is a target for unreasoning derision, but you can kiss my fanny. Say it loud and proud.)
Morose. Despondent. Despairing unto death. I am not indulging in hyperbole All these sins against the earth and all its people will never be righted in my lifetime, I worry. What few helpful things I’ve ever seen accomplished in my life all seem reversed. I spend all together too much time wailing. Because the martyrs are falling, and their numbers are the great shame of all of us, both as individuals and as a society.
But right now I feel something I rarely acknowledge: vivified and cautiously optimistic, as they say. All because the revolution came to my front door.
The revolution came to my front step a few hours ago. Hundreds of kiddos yelling and shaking signs. Constant choppers over…
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What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”
Read good writers. Read bad writers. Read every day. Write good stuff and bad stuff. Write whether or not you’re in the mood. Buy journals and other people’s books. Go to readings at least once a month. Submit to journals and anthologies. Cast your bread upon the waters; support other writers and independent publishers.
Susan Hawthorne’s comment on the back of The Tongue Has Its Secrets
“Here is a poet who tongues the language of birds, delves into the minds of sybils, explores connections with animals. She tests the boundaries of nothingness and somethingness. Donna Snyder’s poems are like Nüshu: secrets cast skywards like a cipher for those who know, to read.”
– Susan Hawthorne, poet and author of Lupa and Lamb