Isla (EYE-la): a woman’s name derived from the word for island in the land of my maternal ancestors, Scotland. Leaving the world of work, plus living alone, with only cats for company, is a little like moving to an unpopulated island, occasionally coming ashore. For a writer that’s not a bad thing, the transition from reading essays written by sixty students every semester to now having nothing but time for my own writing. I thought I would write on sunny days, when I have better energy. In Michigan, that would result in very few poems, so I wrote every day, cloudy or bright, during an ice storm and a tornado warning. These selected poems travel from the present to the past, from the quandary of cooking for one without wasting food to a standoff with my mother over finishing a glass of milk. The mood swings from fear of fascism, spiders, and mall shootings, to joy: a villanelle for my daughter’s birthday, my glowing skin and strange cravings when I was pregnant with my son. Call it a diary of the first year on a quiet island.
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Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. Isla (EYE-la): a woman's name derived from the word for island in the land of my maternal ancestors, Scotland. Leaving the world of work, plus living alone, with only cats for company, is a little like moving to an unpopulated island, occasionally coming ashore. For a writer that's not a bad thing, the transition from reading essays written by sixty students every semester to now having nothing but time for my own writing. I thought I would write on sunny days, when I have better energy. In Michigan, that would result in very few poems, so I wrote every day, cloudy or bright, during an ice storm and a tornado warning. These selected poems travel from the present to the past, from the quandary of cooking for one without wasting food to a standoff with my mother over finishing a glass of milk. The mood swings from fear of fascism, spiders, and mall shootings, to joy: a villanelle for my daughter's birthday, my glowing skin and strange cravings when I was pregnant with my son. Call it a diary of the first year on a quiet island. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Nº de ref. del artículo: 9798325956584
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