Things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter

Fog was deployed when erasure was needed, a soft, cold veiled undoing of yesterday, of morning of mind. Though the shroud of clouds did nothing to stifle the sounds of the unmaking- dogs barking, tearing at the thrashing throats of hauled out seals. The break and hiss of water battering rock, the evil seagull laughter … Continue reading Things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter

Two Poets Talking

One of my favorite poets, David Budbill has been dealing with rapidly declining health lately and while the conversations I've had with him over the years have been marked by a striking optimism, the challenges of being a writer who is losing the physical ability to write are becoming too much for even the most … Continue reading Two Poets Talking