Drop by every week to read a real-life story  

Someone asked me if I thought a memoir could be written as poetry.  I said I thought the answer was yes. Bay Area artist Claudia Marseille seems to agree with me.

Berkeley Childhood: Seven Poems




2 thoughts on “ENTER”

  1. I remember taking 25 days to camp alone. (In reality I drove home every 4 days or so to pick up food, but most of it was solitude.) The only lesson I learned was that my brain did the same old talking-in-multiple-voices-and-thinking-about-people that it always did, but for days at a stretch instead of minutes. I just extended the time of daydreaming, and most of it involved imagining social interaction. I found days of solitude no more spiritually productive than a few minutes of solitude in my busy life. I guess it requires a kind of focused discipline that mediators cultivate, but I just didn’t have the knack.


  2. Sam Barakat said:

    These poems are a wonderful portrait of a perceptive, sensitive and vulnerable young girl. The interplay between her and her father is artfully portrayed.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s