Dry Spells

Writer's block is a familiar experience for poets, painful and frustrating, perhaps inevitable.  After the murder of my daughter Elizabeth in 1994, I found I was unable to work in poetry.  Six months later I began the poem "Her BMW," the first in a collection of nineteen poems celebrating her life, Her BMW and Other Poems. The remarkable spirit that enabled her to live with joy, amidst challenging hardship sustained me in the writing.  In that car, a battered model, she travelled from one loss to another without credit card or phone.  Wherever I was living, she could find me.