the paraphrase of a quail egg

After Inspecting Brassaï’s Graffiti At Musée d’Art Moderne I notice the construct of silhouetted stick figures juxtaposed above a door; one’s triangular body tells me to go into a different salle. There, I find another version of graffiti on the door in front of me as I sit down. This is not art someone has […]

Read Local Author Fair

Join me and 17 other authors from Connecticut at the Read Local Author Fair. Saturday, March 24 from 11-1:00 at the Riverfront Community Center, 300 Welles Street, Glastonbury, CT 06033. I’ll be there with copies of The Comet’s Tail: A Memoir of No Memory (in advance of its official release date!) as well as Reconnaissance, Four Blue Eggs, Literary […]

This may sound easy. It isn’t.

“A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses [her] feeling through words. This may sound easy. It isn’t.” E.E. Cummings (or e.e. cummings as he preferred) wrote this advice to a young poet, and my poetry teacher shared it with me when I first started writing. After 27 years, it’s still not easy, but I can’t […]

Escaping the hook

I’m looking forward to an upcoming post-Christmas family reunion. Here is one of my favorite poems from Potato Eaters, my first chapbook from Finishing Line Press. The photo, too, is one of my favorites, found in an attic box years ago. That’s my mother, on the right, and two of her brothers on the left. […]

First Editions

To celebrating the release of the second edition of Reconnaissance, enjoy this poem about first editions. Click the title to order your own first edition at a special discounted price. The Thief I apprenticed well. For a sixth grade project, Mrs. Montecalvo taught me the worth of a good forgery when she assigned the footnoted […]

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 […]

Portraiture

A poem from Potato Eaters (2008 Finishing Line Press). Be grateful this Thanksgiving. Portrait of a Girl and Boy on a Bus   She is seven, maybe eight; cords of brown hair weave around her neck, weary of years. Holding her brother’s hand as loosely as a button off a winter coat, she waits as […]

Not entirely idle

Happy Fall! Here’s a poem from Nomad’s End, published by Finishing Line Press. Purchase a personalized signed copy of the chapbook by clicking here . I’ll pick up the shipping! Occupation of Autumn Afternoon on the last day of September begins with sun shifting across the tiara of sky. The equinox has passed and autumn carefully […]

Book Club

Here is an invitation to the books you are about to order: “Book Club”  appears in Four Blue Eggs, which is now conveniently available directly from me. Find the “Buy Now” on the “Purchase Signed Copies” menu tab. Pull up a chair, grab a cup of tea, and make your purchase (through PayPal) today. I’ll […]