“To bring out the fine points of a good picture.”

“To bring out the fine points of a good picture.” Such was the idea put forth by painter (and frame maker) Charles Prendergast in explaining his theory of crafting frames. Recently,  I had the chance to learn about Charles, and his better-known brother Maurice, at the New Britain Museum of American Art and to experience […]

Lifting the dead

When I switched from squats to deadlifts a few weeks ago, I have to admit I was a little sad to give away one metaphor–carrying myself out of a burning building–for that of another–lifting the dead. But I got over it pretty quick, metaphorically at least. And I could say that my efforts are wrapped […]

Why We Walk

Byron and Shelley As we trudged along the varied paths of the Highland Way you did not let go to cry, though legs ached with pain and skewed nerves slipped out of place screaming for you to stop. Our last night before we go home, I read Trelawny’s Recollections of the Last Days of Shelley […]

New Release

Just released, the first episode of The Vanguard Podcast featuring writers David K. Leff, Katherine Hauswirth, and me, along with musician Lys Guillorn. Join these conversations at the Forefront of Creativity with hosts L.M. Browning and Kelly Kancyr. See also The Vanguard Podcast to subscribe (or listen on iTunes, YouTube, and more). This episode includes a […]

the chaos of tumbling

Hold steady . . .  find your still point . . . get used to letting go . . . I was pleased to by honored recently by the Hamden Arts Commission and the Hamden Symphony Orchestra for my poem “Circumstance.” The poem won second place in the first ever poetry award co-sponsored by both […]

Poems for Snow and Spring

I can’t believe it’s already day 12 with Tupelo Press and my 30/30 project. Have you been keeping up with all 96 poems? That’s 96 poems (8 poets for March x 12 days, so far. . . ) and more to come. Follow us into spring. Tomorrow promises more snow. Find the poems inspired by these […]

First Day of Class

Prototype Bless the first day of class with its confined clutter. Notebooks stacked and piled like sculptures that say to the first lesson, I am ready for you to feed me. Catapult us into the realms of academia. Picture chimpanzees swallowing pineapple-white sheets in open cages. Get your hands dirty, I tell them, love the […]

Inconceivable

Perforations acorns spackle a plot of grass, denting the earth with such humble perforations not one is destined to rootand and yet their collective persistence, their uniform, haphazard conglomerating whets the fertile expanse of the damp and formless ground so many puncture wounds— nature’s indeterminate guarantee against finality

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 […]

Wellspring House

Last August, I spent three wonderful days at the Wellspring House in Ashfield MA. I’m grateful to have had the space, time, solitude and solace, which allowed me to finish the manuscript for Reconnaissance. Geranium or geraniums, depending on if I call it by the number of stalk –three –) or by its potted home: […]