I am sometimes undone by minor celebrity, not mine , but rather someone else’s.  For example,  I am part of a group that uses Ada Limon’s poetry as prompts to spark our own poetry.  Why her poetry?   There was similar hero worship for Mary Oliver of late.  I get fed up with knowing that there…

Sometimes Your Future Is a Thing Imagine your future into the certainty of sunup, dawning inevitably. One of the ways to ‘divine’ this future (as my wise daughter would say) is to ‘make and make and make.’ I make poems to help others see their own futurity I trust this is one that poems and…

  Be a lighthouse planted on a promontory with no living friends, no neighbors, uncaring but making sense, sharing what you have found, redrawing maps, working out loud, living out loud, surprised by the company of your own mind, a liminal brim like the cello bow at the moment rosin explodes across the string, crossing…