The Real McCoy

Kathleen McCoy on Poetry

Category: writing life

  • Beginning (Again), or, On Being Haunted

    The author reflects on their evolving writing journey after retiring from a long teaching career. They express excitement about a new musical theatre project, driven by previous aspirations and collaboration with a talented composer. The piece contemplates legacy, inspiration from contemporary poets, and personal growth through creative endeavors.

  • I’ve decided my strategy for accomplishing my multiple goals will rely upon my old three-legged stool: the sacred space-time of writing, the support of my family and writing group, and a newly revised set of ideals. If thinking about your writing goals for the new year evokes feelings as distinct as squirreliness and torpor, if…

  • These Winter Sundays

      These winter Sundays, when snow mounds, temperatures plummet, and spirits sag a bit, I renew my appreciation of spirit lifters, chief among which are the Women of Mass Dissemination, my writers’ group of the past decade. We meet monthly, go on a weekend retreat twice a year to write, and hold each others’ multicolor…

  • Poets, like humanoids of all stripes, play a balancing game on a daily basis. Grade papers. Run to meetings. Teach classes. Run kids to events and activities. Check in with the spouse. Dust once in a blue moon. Throw leftovers in the microwave. Eat. Run some more. Rinse. Repeat. It’s what Ekhart Tolle, in A…