Author Archives: Risa Denenberg

I work as a nurse practitioner in a cosmos of sick and dying people who are called “patients”.  I couldn’t do this work without (my cats, and) an immersion in poetry. So, mostly to cheer myself up,  here is — What … Continue reading →

After describing storms in my last week’s blog, a wild wind storm knocked down trees and cut off power to most of the Olympic peninsula on Friday morning, with rolling restorations throughout Saturday. Sudden power outages occurred for about 10,000 … Continue reading →

It’s raining on the peninsula. There is a difference between rain and showers out here; with showers we get a little wet but usually luck out with a glint of sun here and there. You don’t cancel your usual walk … Continue reading →

I’m a bit late with everything this week, so it’s another Sunday Morning Muse on a Monday Morning. Wanted to share that after 7 years on the Olympic Peninsula, I now have an real-life poetry workshop group, and what a … Continue reading →

Did you know that Laura Madeline Wiseman hosts a wonderful website called “The Chapbook Interview: Talking all things chapbook” ? I recently did an interview with Wiseman which is published on her site, here. If you are a chapbook aficionado … Continue reading →

On Climate Change Now we have thousands of displaced refugees from Paradise, California. Noticing how climate change, perhaps even more than war, is a global crisis which we are so fucking unprepared for. On Memory My memory has become so … Continue reading →

Ten Reasons for (not) writing: California is burning. Our white nationalist president is blaming California for the fires. There is a civil war going on in this country, and the right is better armed. Mass shootings r/t #3. Refugees walking … Continue reading →

It’s been hard to keep up with blogging the past few weeks because of computer troubles, and a new kitty who got dehydrated and had to go back to the vet on Wednesday after her spay on Monday. And Bo, … Continue reading →

The morning sears its way into my day. There is the sparkling glint of sun on water and across Discovery Bay I can see the snowy top of Mount Baker and the backside of Port Townsend off to the East. … Continue reading →

It’s not that I didn’t write a blog yesterday, it’s that I didn’t post it. I felt, more than usual, at a loss for putting my thoughts down in any way that might make sense. My Sunday morning was blemished … Continue reading →