Fluid meditation

It had not acquired one permanent wrinkle after all its ripples. ---Henry David Thoreau In poetry, circumambulating an object is the same as walking into the center of it. These two---poetry and walking near water---are my favorite ways into the deeps. And keeping a poetry notebook next to my busy life has become that necessary shortcut to serenity.

Masthead

Way up in the rigging, near the sails, high above deck and swinging out over water. I recently rejoined the masthead at Numéro Cinq Magazine, where I've contributed poetry, reviews, essays, and translations over the past two years. Grateful for my post in the literary winds with this smart and clear-sighted group of editors and writers.

Summer-lit

After I water the garden and walk the day's iridescent heat, night teases with thunder. The stacks of books at Pickwick didn't tease for long today---I found what I was looking for pretty quickly. Melville's tale of the whale is my self-assigned summer reading, along with something that's been waiting on my own bookshelf for … Continue reading Summer-lit

Enlighted

Sunrise, as reflected in the mansard roof's windows, is the most glorious part of these winter days. I don't want to finish reading the Divine Comedy--enjoying paradise! So I've set it aside and picked up Wolfram von Eschenbach's Parzival, another journey that will take me a while.