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.
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!
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 … Continue reading Revisit
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, … Continue reading First-thing
Thanks again, summer, for glorious days. The crickets are singing you a beautiful elegy. I've been rereading some favorites, including Auguries of Innocence by William Blake. They say it much better than I do.
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.