Monthly Archives: September 2011

Through pastille sunrise / water tower silhouettes / arrive on rooftops. ~me, city On Sixth Avenue / between Manhattan canyons / the sound of wind chimes. ~me, city Above the West Side / a hazy sunset weaving / balconies to Read More

Today it’s raining, and I was thinking earlier—while sitting and listening to the sonic beauty of rain—about what brings city people, some very unlikely candidates for country living, to the country. Whenever I hear that a musician or writer or Read More

Here’s a journalistic-prose-poem about a gallery lecture in Upstate, NY. As you will see, it was said to be interactive. And it’s true. Gallery Lecture/This Really Happened The teaching artist wore a box on his head and carried a seven- Read More

Beside the river / West Side Highway’s stone and steel / traffic blurs my view. ~me, today Sometimes in moonlight / iridescent birch trees / shine through my window. ~me, Upstate Behind the live oak trees / where boats dock, Read More

After the rainstorm / fog drapes the mountain cottage / two friends lingering. ~me, the country It’s not quiet here / as rain pings against the old / air conditioner. ~me, the country At low tide, the sand / tinted Read More

Promoting History WAAM Fine Art Auction The Fine Art Auction benefiting the Woodstock Artists Association Museum was held yesterday at the WAAM. This event is both an important fundraiser for one of my favorite nonprofits and a vibrant community event Read More