(Not so) Fresh Off the Page: quiet calamity
Tucked inside was a copy of this poem, which was actually was written even earlier in 8th grade…
Video: Poetry reading from the Bedlam Farm Open House
Watch the video here Already in the cold grip of winter here, it’s nice to look back on the lovely warmer weather of October that everyone enjoyed at the fall open house. Here I am reading one of my poems, and talking a bit about plans for my next book.
Poetry Reading at the Bedlam Farm Open House
I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, so it will be especially nice to be back. Copies of my book, Gone to […]
Here, at Summer’s End
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: thrum
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: high tide
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: firewalker
so walk a little faster, come into the light, let’s see what stuff
you’re made of…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: all the way
so I go on discarding… these reminders, taking back the space… I need to reclaim,
making room again… for what’s to come.
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: dry spell
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown…
LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: a box of darkness
Over the years I’ve been given more than a few boxes full of darkness. They were not intended to be… But that never made them any less painful…
