The Beauty of Faces

The Beauty of Faces

We hold tightfisted to the beauty of faces because photographs have no sound . . .

Loving the Maybes

At my home in Connecticut I am able to get out into the world and see possibility despite quarantines and shutdowns. We live at the top of a hill, and one of my routine walks is up and down (about 1/2 mile both ways). A bigger loop brings me around the neighborhood, about 2 miles. […]

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.

From the Archives: Pea Soup in October

Also from the archives, 1992. Blue Moon Diner   He might have been blind. In my hourglass recollection, I don’t believe he ever looked at me with his eyes–spacious, window-like; each blink the metamorphosis of a streetlight from red to green from grey to gray.   Aged cacti prickles crowned his head; roadmapped baldness charted […]

uprooted

Wanting to be seeded into the perennial world, the poet seeks the counsel of tiger lilies. from Mouthbrooders

When do you rest?

My latest collection, Mouthbrooders, is set for an official release on June 10. Order now from Homebound Publications and use  INDIESTRONG when you check out to receive 20% off on your entire order. During six months of vocal cord paralysis, author and professor Amy Nawrocki turned to the written word and fell in love with […]

Tears come down wet

 Tears come down wet, whether in fear, grief, delight, or gratitude. Read my latest essay, “Failing Feet and Finger Lakes” in the autumn issue of Fired Up! Creative Expression for Challenging Times. My poem, “Lucifer Falls, New York,” was also inspired by the gorges and trailheads near Cayuga Lake. What’s the connection between poetry and […]

Close Reading the Wood-pile

About this time every year, when the leaves begin to fall and the soil is perpetually wet and cushiony, I begin to long, strangely enough, for comfortable measurements. The three deer who’ve visited our lawn came back this second morning, so that’s a start. The tiny, unrecognizable bird (sparrow? finch?) fluttered in and out of […]