At last night's benefit performance of Indian classical dance by the students and teacher at my daughter's dance school, Naatya Ranga Performing Arts, all the young dancers' talent and hard work delighted a packed auditorium. Poetry took the stage, too, with poets Meerabai and Andal serving as inspiration for two of the dances. I wish someone would post their videos … Continue reading Center stage
Ghost stories and river imagery blew a few gusts in our free-write group yesterday afternoon. Among the paper coffee cups and notebooks, the lyric conversation turned to silent sketching of scenes and memories. Better than candy. The writing prompt I offered was a quote from "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving, a beautiful … Continue reading Shortened sail
Our collaborative poems in last night's salon bloomed like cacao flowers, right out of the bark of memory's tree. Sending out my gratitude and love to everyone who shared in this summer's literary salons, making the evenings so beautiful with your words--- 1 For her faux leather Louis Vuitton bag, which was not Louis Vuitton and her "Music Box Dancer" ringtone, … Continue reading Exquisite memory
The blank page is a wide open gate. I loved coordinating the Vermont College of Fine Arts writing residency in Slovenia this month. The Karst region and this church at Hrastovlje, among other sites, have captivated my poem-making since. The Slovenian writers we met shared beautiful stories and poems. Here's a link to some of the glories---poems by Alenka … Continue reading Stone carved
What we writers say about our process in writing is the happiest sort of selfie. Thanks so much to my friend, fellow Vermont College alumna, and awesome poet Pamela Taylor for inviting me to join the tour. What are you working on? Right now, I'm writing new poems and some revisions of poems I wrote in … Continue reading A stop on the writers’ blog tour
Closer than glass, and finer than air. A few breaths of poetry before starting the car.
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 … Continue reading Vermont College of Fine Arts in winter
as with gratitude the pieces hold up and blossoms braid lights around dawn
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 … Continue reading Oriflamme
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!