What a wonderful weekend we had! View highlights of our sixth great year of celebrating women writers.
The Hobart Festival of Women Writers 2018 was held on September 7, 8 &9th Our sixth consecutive year of celebrating the work of women writers in the town of Hobart, New York, The Book Village of the Catskills. It was a glorious weekend! enjoy these photos by Nivea Castro
Be a Participating Writer in The Hobart Festival of Women Writers 2019 September 6, 7, 8. In past years, organizers of The Hobart Festival of Women Writers have chosen Participating Writers through our own recommendations, as well as, from the recommendations of Festival Writers and Festival Participants. Since 2013, 58 diverse women writers have presented…
“And that is why, every year, there is a season
of sadness, the hurricanes, in Great Water. They begin as
thunderstorms off the west coast of our world
They follow the path of the bones.”
— Alexis DeVeaux
Art at Hobart Festival of Women Writers 2018 In Their Own Words is a SPECIAL exhibition of the work of Catksills women artists at The Hobart Community Center as part of the Hobart Festival of Women Writers 2018, September 7, 8, & 9th. The Hobart Community Center, 80 Cornell Avenue, Hobart, New York. In Their Own Words,…
I believe in friendship, love and joy and I hope you’ll find my work engaging both on a literary level and a life level. Words can change minds and each one I write is an opportunity to do just that.
My relationship between poetry and performance: close! Poetry began as an oral art, and provides that tribal gathering we all relish. Mine is a tandem path, rocking back and forth between writing and performance. You don’t study theater without coming away with skills: how timing matters, how to hold an audience, how to be heard (with or without a mike), and yes, how to be still and silent, too.
don’t lie when the facts matter. Memoir is a complex issue because memory is not accurate to begin with, so accuracy is not always relevant.
Lonely, imaginative and obsessed with American TV shows, Leni pursues her big dream of singing onstage, letting herself be lured toward the exploitative Amsterdam nightclub scene.
In the stripping back there is pain and suffering so alive and tangible today, and so I spent a considerable amount of time in tears. Feeling myself resurrecting something that is both my own and ours. And from there, from what is my own and ours, the language came, honest and bare and full of sense.
We tired of being seen through same old lens. We
want history to stop rewinding and repeating. We don’t want to be a part of senseless beatings. We
need our brilliance to be widespread. We got no choice but to move ahead.
As a farmer, physical work grounds me. As a poet, I crave the soaring place poetry takes me, but know I still need grounding. As a poet, I live between a waking dream state and a sensual grounded place.