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 …
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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 …
Multiple Layers of Reality in Film, and in Us
In several of his films, Ingmar Bergman plays with the notion of multiple layers of reality. This can be seen …
Brimless Being, A Poem
Brimless Being Sharp edges, sharp endings, thingsthat shatter like teacups on tiled floors,hurt feelings, resentments, things thatbind like too-tight shoes. …
