The Beauty of Faces
We hold tightfisted to the beauty of faces because photographs have no sound . . .
Brainwaves Video Anthology
Check out Brainwaves Video Anthology on You Tube. Take advantage of the filmmaker Bob Greenberg’s hard work, and browse a diverse anthology of videos featuring writers and thinkers from across the spectrum of literature and culture.
Until nomading ends
Today’s poem comes from Four Blue Eggs, which won the 2013 Poetry Prize from Homebound Publications. It’s available now in its second edition (with a new cover). Sensitive Skin The universe has banished us; fragile gauze hair on tiny forearms succumbs to renegade heat waves and celestial currents, which now and again sabotage our […]
Coils
Losing the Summer Winter enters the body and it collapses, the blood cells attack, the fever leaves the brain with its patterns of coils and discs like a red stovetop, an alphabet of rivers and branches. This landscape, contoured for activity, settles into animal hibernation, while remnants of ancient languages howl from the hospital monitor. […]
Insomnia, debunked
From Four Blue Eggs (2017 Homebound Publications), a poem that has had quite a journey, from a notebooks sketch more than 25 years ago to a small but central kernel excerpted in my forthcoming memoir, The Comet’s Tail: A Memoir of No Memory. In My Sleeplessness, I Hear an Opera In the beginning, I hear […]
Forthcoming
As the year winds down, I’m looking forward next year’s release of The Comet’s Tail: A Memoir of No Memory. This will be one of two essays released by Little Bound Books, a division of Homebound Publications. Kirkus calls it “a complex and compelling memoir.” Read the full review here. As an enticement (Homebound is […]
Origin Stories
Watching the documentary Exit Through the Gift Shop, I again considered the junction between permanence and artistic expression. The film which is about, among other things, street art, made me wonder about the image (or object), the artist, and about what happens to both when the image is done. Gone or preserved. Momentary, like the […]
Gratitude
Gratitude If we could have read the moon’s face through the falling snow that night we drove into its absent shadow, it would have told us that the cold sometimes melts things, too. The train station, under hazy yellow lights, fills with travelers arriving for Christmas. We drive home with our father, a faint […]
