Elegy for Democracy

 

I cried when I voted at our county courthouse on Monday. What if it is the last election?

Elegy for Democracy

PLEASE TOUCH GENTLY

 

During my residency at MassMoCA in North Adams, MA, I worked every morning in this studio. One of the many perks there was free admittance to all areas of the museum. It was my playground, and I spent a couple of hours each day, exploring here and there. Please enjoy this poem, a response to a moving sculpture in Building 6.

PLEASE TOUCH GENTLY

Out of Sight; Still in Mind

 

So much to enjoy as we look around, in October, in upstate New York. I'm storing it all up to remember in the middle of the winter. See your optometrist regularly.

Out of Sight; Still in Mind

Autumn Writes an Email to Starbucks

 

I've been writing some pretty serious stuff during my amazing residency at MassMoCA and the week that followed. Time for some levity.

Autumn Writes an Email to Starbucks

Evocation (a haibun)

 

Just before I left for my residency at MassMoCA, I wrote this haibun about what I used to call bittersweet, because I fell in love with lines from one of Millay's sonnets where someone "loves you less than life, a little less than bittersweet upon a broken wall ..." It is in fact Virginia creeper, here in upstate New York. I managed to revise my own work, but I wonder whether Millay was really sure about what she referred to in her sonnet?

Evocation

Good Behavior

 

I'm back from a week of artist residency at Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art. I felt like a child in a playground, wandering around the buildings and exhibits. Here's a poem from that productive time:

Good Behavior

Leaving the Lowlands

 

Last week, we spent time in the White Mountains, around Franconia Notch, and North Woodstock.

Leaving the Woodlands