Rainy Morning Reveries in Photos
We’ve been blessed with more than usual rainfall on the central coast of California recently. I love the way the …
Author Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
Spinning Tales, It’s in our Bones
Story-telling is in our bones. It rises through us like sap through roots and leaves into the air. It began …
O Holy Night
The single-most, salient symbol of Christmas, for me, is a shining star in the night sky. It’s what wakened the …
Poetry Making and the Art of Awe
I’ve been working on a poem I began here on this blog. It is a process, a gentle undoing and …
Albert Ryder, A Wild Note of Longing
He’s considered by many the father of American modern art, and yet I’d never heard of him until visiting the …
Field Notes From Within, Take Two
I’ve revised the poem I posted yesterday. I think this version better captures the heart of it. Let me know …
Dervishes of Devotion, A Poem
Field Notes from Within My heart is a staunch defender of allI am, beating with relentless passionthe wherewithal of my …
Satie’s Gnossienne, Forking Paths, and Time’s Ever Presence
Time-travelling—that’s what it feels like when listening to Erik Satie’s Gnossienne. When I close my eyes and let the music …
Titian in a Venetian Palace in Downtown Boston, Or Lost in Time and Space
That’s how I felt visiting the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum when visiting Boston a few weeks ago. I went to …
Wet, Raw, Unfinished
Instructions for the Journey The self you leave behindis only a skin you have outgrown.Don’t grieve for it.Look to the …
