“Whatever occurs is neither the beginning nor the end.” -Pema Chodron Marge Piercy has written about ‘writer’s cats’ – the special feline friend that will snooze on your desk all afternoon as you wrangle a phrase, sculpt a paragraph, coax a chapter into full flower, or over-mix your metaphors (as I’m doing right now)…

Once, on an icy winter night, I saw a girl on the College streetcar with a big heart-shaped box of chocolates on her lap. It was a week after Valentine’s day. She was at the very front of the streetcar, and that box straddled her crotch, and her spread-out legs. I can still remember…

Farzana meets and greets, and folks schmooze It was one of those snappish, cold nights on Church Street, in the heart of gay town, in the middle of February, which, defying logic, can feel like the longest month of the year. Nonetheless, a crowd of literature-lovers showed up to hang out in the funky…