December 31, 2025

Farewell to 2025

2025 cost us so much. I almost gave up on writing this blog post—what has become my annual check-in to keep Chicks Dig Poetry from going dormant—but then that felt like just one more thing to be lost. So: hello! & Sal the Wonder Cat says hello, posing on the couch of my home office. (To be more precise, he offers his diffident gaze while awaiting kibble and pets.)

Cat on a couch with stripe of shaow and light. Books on shelves viisble in the background.


Here are some things that brought me joy:

-Reading at Bowling Green State University (making it despite blowing out my tire en route on the Ohio Turnpike—and using my extra day in town, once my car was repaired, for a quick sidetrip to Toledo), and as part of the Nantucket Poetry Festival (where I experienced the most welcoming, fun home-hosting of my life, and enjoyed a sandwich on the beach + unforgettable light). 

Beach at dusk with striations of light.


-My husband's month of artmaking at A.I.R. Studio in Kentucky. 

-Successful heart surgery (his, not mine). 

A dramatically lit interior view of a stage, far back behind the audience.

A poet speaking at a lectern.

-Being in the audience at the Potter's House, Georgetown University (Anne Carson!), Hill Center, Folger Shakespeare Library (torrin a. greathouse!), the Edgar Allan Poe Cocktail experience, Woolly Mammoth, Martin Luther King, Jr. Public Library, Shakespeare Theatre (Frankenstein!), Kramers, One More Page, Politics & Prose, Library of Congress, Anthem, and Wolf Trap. 

-The single best concert I saw was probably Josh Ritter at the Lincoln Theatre. He lifted everyone up with his energy. 

-Teaching an in-person session on persona poetry for RappWriters; leading an in-person workshop on abecedarians at the Writer's Center; facilitating a three-session discussion of contemporary memoirs online  for P&P; and mentoring four students for Charlotte Lit as they journed toward building chapbook manuscripts. 

-Finally getting to see my friend Megan Marlatt's big heads in action.

A woman and crew outside, in front of a tent and before an audience, displaying big-head puppets.

-Discovering the cherry blossom tree in our backyard is truly epic (last year, we moved in after the season had come and gone).

View from inside a living room, with a fully blossomed pink cherry tree visible outside.

-A birthday outing to Glenstone with friends + terrific sushi. 

-Karaoke night at the Taylor Family Reunion in North Carolina. 

-Reading Gaby Calvocoressi's The New Economy. 

A vending machine that displays rows of books. Labeling saus "LitBox."
-Having Made to Explode included in the inaugural selection of LitBox, a vending machine dedicated to books by D.C.-area authors. Though it has been a tough year to live in D.C., I am continually inspired by the makership of this community. I'm also thinking about American Poetry Museum, 804 Lit Salon, the Arts Club of Washington's Queer Lit Salon, the mothertongue anniversary celebration, and the anthologies put out by Washington Writers' Publishing House and Grace and Gravity. A huge highlight was the symposium on the life, work, and legacy of Sterling A. Brown, this city's first poet laureate. Not to mention beautiful, unique acts of protest—from a "Free DC" message crocheted on a Southwest park bench, to the melting "D-E-M-O-C-R-A-C-Y" staged in front of the U.S. Capitol. 

Melting letters spell out "democracy" in front of the United States Capitol.


I can't write any neat wrap-up here. We miss you, poets and artists who passed away—including Myra, Alonzo, Marty, Mel. I am grateful to my loves and family and friends. I am grateful to the people who find this to read it.