Martha Silano: “I cannot needlepoint, crochet, or knit but I’m rather handy with a hoe and spatula. Writing poetry permits me plenty of time to pay attention to willows, gentians, nighthawks, outdated grammar books, constellations, clouds, and thrift store curiosities. This focus affords a closer connection to the beautiful and mysterious, while reinforcing the relative insignificance of to-do lists, dirty dishes, and bad hair days.” (web)
Martha Silano: “Since writing this poem, Martha was relocated to Lahore, Pakistan, where she is in the process of conquering her soul’s inner enemies and climbing a ladder toward enlightenment. When she has reached a state of divine consciousness, she will drop you a line.” (web)