One of the collaborative poems from our literary salon evening last weekend. When dessert is sweet inspiration... While my made-up face tells a story---the fairy tale--- from this cold bitter winter comes the sweet clutch of mud against the skin, a film of grit left behind--- reminded me of my Great Dane as a child,…
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Surface
Investigating the ice on Rockland Lake this weekend, we concluded that walking on water is the coolest. The shadows we cast illuminated the strangeness of the surface: opaquely reflective and permeable at the same time. Lately I've been investigating my children's understanding of poetry. Though my older two don't engage with me in writing anymore…
Pomelo
More than a flurry of books, lit mags, and papers cover my desk right now, making the dining table a happy option. I'm starting work on a new set of poem translations this week---waking my vocabulary skills, and piercing the language for something sweet.
Height
Closer than glass, and finer than air. A few breaths of poetry before starting the car.
Vermont College of Fine Arts in winter
Cold as it looks, but setting my heart on fire again. I'm at my alma mater this week as a graduate assistant for the writers' residency. Thrilled to see my teachers again, and I met Jean Valentine at the train last night---quite starstruck! I'm excited for this group of new students, and happy to…
With poetry
as with gratitude the pieces hold up and blossoms braid lights around dawn
Oriflamme
Learned a new word today---perfect timing for this photograph's naming. From the OED: "Chiefly poetic. Something resembling the oriflamme of St Denis in colour; (hence) a bright, conspicuous object. In early use chiefly with reference to the colours of a sunrise." So likewise that pacific oriflamme Gleamed brightest in the centre, and each side In…
Lantern-lit
A smile, eyes in bloom, the effortless (but chilly) watching of an October sunrise. I could have put up a photo of opals instead for this metaphor. Happy Halloween!
Revisit
Maybe these were the baby sparrows hatched in the nest that's still nestled under the porch roof. They hung around for a long time chatting. I like to revisit my old places too--- poems that come along then are a kind of chat, with an old self, or with time itself. I'm reading some poetry…
First-thing
They start their schooldays sitting on the cafeteria floor, singing with their friends and music teacher. "This Little Light of Mine" ---all the verses to these traditional songs up on the projector screen. Poetry workshop is as sweet and rigorous---join me for the upcoming 6-week class at RoCA. Click on the flyer below for details,…
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