Some big changes are afoot. One such change is no longer being employed at the company that almost captured a decade of my life. It’s good to calibrate and sometimes re-calibrate along the journey. I remember graduating from school and thinking I would be overseas in six months. Eight years later, this is not where… Continue reading On feathered things
Artist to Artist
I appreciate how struggle and suffering are the chisel to the marble so to speak- or they can be hammer to chisel. The story of Grant Achatz is well known in culinary circles. Chef creates new restaurant experience, Alinea in Chicago, for Americans, wins accolades and recognition from peers only to find out he has… Continue reading Artist to Artist
Seeing the Light
I have a bit of a tendency toward thinking about the morbid. As I type this, my black lacquered nails tap the keys furiously. This morning I found out that a friend is in very critical condition. I’m thinking about death and about losing two legs and how the unconscious self recognizes the shearing off… Continue reading Seeing the Light
A change a comin’
I have 80% decided to publish a one-time journal. 80% rather than 100% because I am still in the exploration phase and analysis phase, but I have an idea, a poetry comrade who’s interested in helping and a gnawing curiosity that is pushing this nearer to closing the 20% gap. Stay tuned.
Bad Habits Put to Bed
With the arrival of June is the stark realization that half the year is gone. Never to be seen again. And what do I have to show for it? Deepening love for one character of a guy and a lot of travels (minus a now defunct trip next week to NYC). The writing has not… Continue reading Bad Habits Put to Bed
Bridge to Hope
My friend Todd committed suicide November 17, 2005. He and I met volunteering at a coffeehouse for homeless street kids what feels like an eon ago. He sparkled and could make any kid feel at ease. A few of us including Pam and Darren raised money for suicide prevention a few months after by walking… Continue reading Bridge to Hope
A discipline of poetry
Involves lying in the grass on a Sunday afternoon. Consists of playing bocce or throwing the ball for the winemaker’s dog. Pertains to chasing black chickens and colorful roosters across the lawn separating the tasting room from the vintner’s house. Includes the chubby little fingers of the vintner’s daughter, Pepper, reaching on top of the… Continue reading A discipline of poetry
March-on-the-move
I have been traveling. A lot. And even as I was filling in the blanks of what March would hold in my calendar several months ago, I knew this would be a rip-roaring time. So the blogging fell to the wayside. As did the writing to some extent (two new drafts notwithstanding comment). On the… Continue reading March-on-the-move
Cooking through the Pantry- a Communal Experiment
I’m moving in a month. Instead of packing the random ingredients and what-nots from the pantry, I’ve chosen to whittle it down to the basics- spices and accoutrements. Here’s where you come in: I took several photographs of the items in question and I would love your suggestions of how you think I can cook… Continue reading Cooking through the Pantry- a Communal Experiment
A Trip to France with Victor Hugo
Doesn’t that sound nice? Hob-nobbing with Msr. Sarkozy and walking the Champs-Elysees after picking up a warm baguette and cafe au lait to go. I’m cleaning up years of accumulated paper in preparation for the move, which is to say, years of collected words. Why else would anyone have boxes of paperwork laying around the… Continue reading A Trip to France with Victor Hugo
Valentine- from me to you
There’s something priceless and dear about having so many people who bring you joy in one room. It is a gift of temporality that shimmers. Jean Valentine’s collection “Little Boat” features these beautifully compressed poems that are so spare and full of air in the form of spacing and interesting syntax. I remembered enjoying dissecting… Continue reading Valentine- from me to you
Up late with Jaroslav Seifert
I owe the mad rush of energy working its way out of my fingertips to the drummer from the Over the Rhine concert tonight. He had me tapping my palm, my thigh, knee and just when I thought I couldn’t get more amped up, they ended with some lovely ballads. So it was a good… Continue reading Up late with Jaroslav Seifert