No. 6: Reflecting on a photograph, raindrops, and eye/I
Dear Friends,I’d like to look closely at a photograph that I took in late November while walking in the meadow across the road at the North Branch Nature...
No. 5: Learning to see the land
Dear Friends,After more than five years of living in central Vermont, I still do not know well how to read this rural landscape. Its dense text is mostly...
No. 4: Collage, or sticking things together
Dear Friends,In my first letter to you, I shared a collage poem, and remarked on how interesting (and tedious) the process of creating these can be. Let me...
No. 3: The ministry of imagination
Dear Friends,I’ve been working on a poem over the past week. As a new poem with only a handful of revisions behind it, I make no claims about its state of...
No. 2: “This storm is what we call progress”
I dreamt of corpses,black plastic garbage bags, andfelt nothing of death,which was strange and troublesomelike the absence of birdsong.This poem, written in...
No. 1
When the first COVID restrictions and stay-at-home order were declared in Vermont in late March, one of the things that happened in my family was that we...