It has been one year since the birth of our son, and in three days’ time, it will be the first anniversary of his passing. My mother raised me to always write thank-you notes for gifts I received. His was one of the greatest so far in my short life. Foremost, he helped me to …
When my wife found out the International Museum Of Women asked me to submit a poem, she didn’t miss a beat: “You go girl!” In actuality, they are preparing an exhibit featuring the art of young men as an analogue to their recent and highly successful “Imagining Ourselves” exhibit featuring young women. I just learned …
Tyler tagged me the online equivalent of twelve centuries ago, and thanks to a lull in the last day of the MFA residency, I have decided to play along and reveal five things some people don’t know about me:
At The Waterline (Click any image to enlarge) Our Hotel I woke this morning to snow covering the rooftops, cars, and parking lot, and ran down to the beach just as soon as I could pull on enough warm clothing. What follows are photos and a brief spin-around video of snow on the beach in …
On the night bus to Seaside now, in the back row, face aglow from the laptop screen. I’m listening to the iPod shuffle my sister passed on to me as a gift–space to hold enough music to last the journey without getting dull plus a backup of all my MFA-related digital files. It’s a bumpy …
Click to enlarge Strong winds swept through our little valley last night, pounding the roof with oak branches and tipping the mailbox post askew. Aside from one huge branch dangling above our front yard, our place is fairly unscathed. Others fared worse. Aerial wires are dangling like shoe string and power, internet, and other utilities …
