“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.” Wendell Berry, The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture [farming as a cultural and spiritual discipline – recommended]… Read More

Illustration courtesy of Frits Ahlefeldt, Public Domain “I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn its passing.” Hubert Sibley, Jr., Requiem for a Dream Our scripts poorly written, poems stillborn. Our music silent. Impoverished souls. Victims of that glib dreamscape of Madison Avenue and Wall Street parvenu, preachers too- We have lost our muscle and they have… Read More

At Montauk Point, Long Island, NY – circa 1972. This is why you were born: to silence me. Cells of my mother and father, it is your turn to be pivotal, to be the masterpiece. I improvised; I never remembered. Now it’s your turn to be driven; you’re the one who demands to know . . . Mother and Child, Louise Glück in The Seven Ages [recommended] And he … He was… Read More

I’m ankle-deep in the exercise of this year’s National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I always find it an interesting experience to write a poem on the same day that I work on a fiction, which is not to imply that they are not both truthful. However, the processes are different. As Umberto Eco pointed out – with a poem you go where the words take you and with a fiction you go where… Read More