how then to know rain? •
step out, look up, close your eyes — •
nature washes down. Continue reading →
This was a stretch and I know, before the editing is done, there will be even more alternate ending couplets than I have already…. Clean out the closet, the drawer-fuls of things making room, space, to welcome in the new … Continue reading →
I did spend part of the day painting. Another part listening to American Gods. Part of it looking at the William Carlos Williams book of poems. Another part bothering the cats. I cleaned debris from the front seat of the … Continue reading →
Footnote 151.22 re Sappho (From William Carlos Williams, Selected Poems, Edited by Robert Pinsky) This is a translation of Sappho’s Fragment 71. When it was published in Poems in Folio (1957), Williams included this note: I am 73 years old. … Continue reading →
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say, ‘He feels deeply, he feels tenderly.’ — Vincent van Gogh Continue reading →
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.
