And So the Shortest Day Came…

Yesterday my son broke a rather expensive glass candlestick. He broke it by kicking a soccer ball at the dining room table, so there wasn’t much room for ambiguity here. He pretty much nailed the sucker.

But let me back up.

Almost nineteen years ago we were given these hand-blown, Vermont-artisan candlesticks as a wedding […]

Monday Needs a Poem

Why writers need to shut down their computers and go away:

Ode to a Book (1) (excerpted)

When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbours. …

Book, let me go. I won’t go clothed in volumes, I don’t come out of collected works, my poems have not eaten poems […]