Sara Holbrook author/poet/educator
February 27, 2006
I have so many images in my head from our visit to Bahrain, it is difficult to get them all down. First, the plane flew directly over Baghdad on our way south from London. The night was totally clear and I studied the lights to see if I could see the airport where
February 19, 2006
Who would have guessed it. Michael and I are off on our grand adventure. First we stopped over here for fish and chips (me) and mash (Michael). We also had to off load some luggage before we leave for Bahrain for the Arabian Reading Conference. We are so excited that we
February 11, 2006
Last night was such fun — Michael and I went down to Cleveland Playhouse Square to coach and nurture young poetry slammers who will be competing in the city-side competition to choose the 5 lucky poets who will be part of the team that is sent to the National competition in NYC in April.
February 1, 2006
Could that be? I haven’t written here in two months? The holidays came and went in a complete blur — Michael and I were working non-stop on our new book for Heinemann (Outspoken, fall 2006) and beside family times, we were in such a rush. We had fulfilling, inspiring visits to Eastlake
November 28, 2005
Ajax and his new window on the world.
November 28, 2005
Ajax is an unusual name for a dog, but Ajax is unusual. He is asleep under my desk, slept in the bed last night, cuddled up to whomever he could get close to on the sofa all yesterday. The cats are a bit snitty about his arrival, but Hector is taking it in
November 28, 2005
and thomas sits!
November 28, 2005
four out of five —
November 27, 2005
I thought about exercising today, but I didn’t get rolling. I thought I woke up with a head cold, but it never really took control. I thought about reading Don Quixote, but I didn’t get to it. I thought about cleaning the kitchen, but — same story. Maybe I just needed
November 24, 2005
I’ve been thinking about this word for three days. I saw it in an article in a magazine and have since composed at least three maybe decent but different poems about the word “watchful.” None of these musings did I write down. All the words are now lost. Except the one
