A Book Should Be a Ball of Light

By on Feb 16, 2015 in books and publishing, poetry

Friday night I was at Barnes & Noble, waiting for a call from a friend I was to meet with later, and needing some time outside the house. This is Southern California. It’s February. The night air was almost balmy. I’d heard that Mercury retrograde had ended recently, a relief to those that subscribe to its edict that all things, especially electronic, shall malfunction under its effect. But it seems to me that Mercury is always retrograde – what is up with that? The moon was full, too, but I don’t recall seeing it that night. Up on the second floor of Barnes & Noble I was looking at the poetry books. A couple of times the floor trembled, I mean literally shook, and I was, for a second, afraid. At first I thought it was an earthquake and that we might fall through the center of the floor which seemed to be lacking the proper supports (well, in my mind, it...

She Felt Herself Opened

By on Feb 13, 2015 in poetry

Lately I’ve been perusing the poetry section at my local library. This is the library I grew up going to, in the town, since I was very young, I always wished to move away from. I’d all but discounted this section in this library. I thought of it as something dead, not living. I never see anyone looking at these books or inquiring about them. Ever. And I’m at the library a lot. It’s not a large section and there aren’t that many very new books in it. And yet one Sunday a couple weeks ago I found myself feeling something real and fresh while I thumbed through these books. I felt poetry to be alive and very real and vital. It made me want to cry. I’ve been reading poems by poets I haven’t considered before. Raymond Carver – a poet, famous for the mark he made in literature for his short stories, and not to be confused with George Washington...

Poetry as a Spiritual Practice

By on Feb 10, 2015 in poetry, spirituality

“…All that speaks to some sort of belief in, or at least longing for, more than the material. So that’s one thing. It’s axiomatic, too, to say that the arts historically split off from their religious function. But it seems to me that art has always trafficked in the spiritual. It may confirm the doctrine of some religion or may transgress it, but it is interested in ultimate reality, in the sacred. Anyone who deeply practices an art form connects with that. From the outside, though, art has been secularized, commodified, trivialized. I experience the writing of poetry as a spiritual practice, and I bet any other poet would say a version of the same thing, even if he or she didn’t use the word ‘spiritual.’ ” Kim Addonizio, interviewed by Tod Marshall in Range of the Possible This image available in my store....

Finding Honey

By on Jan 19, 2015 in Flow, poetry

I’m sitting in a cafe today, writing. Writing poems. It’s dark in here and I can smell bagels lightly burning. The best writing days are the days where I don’t have to force it and it comes because it wants to come, for it’s own sake and not for anyone else’s. On these days the world is full of love.  

Poetry Mind

By on Jan 19, 2015 in poetry

Every time someone asks, ‘Who am I?’ that’s the quest, and I’m sure it was asked by many, many people. There’s something else, too. I think the impulse to write that kind of poem arises from the disparity that occurs when we realize who we are, but we find we can’t live it. So for me, it’s the realization of my identity and that identity as the universe. I am perfectly convinced that is what I am, the universe. I can’t live it. Why? So the poetry comes out of that. The poetry comes out of a need to somehow – in language – connect with universe mind, and somehow when I read poetry – and maybe all poetry is quest, a poetry of longing – when I read poetry, I feel I’m in the presence of universe mind; that is, a mind I would describe as a mind that accomplishes a 360-degree seeing; it is manifold in consciousness, so that a line of poetry says one thing, but it also says many other things.

Li-Young Lee, interviewed in Range of the Possible by Tod Marshall

Love Everything

By on Aug 18, 2014 in art, collage, poetry, spirituality, writing

I’ve just posted a big group of new collages in my Etsy shop. I’ve made them available as prints in two sizes. These collages were made since moving back to Los Angeles but they contain pieces of the lives I’ve lived in other places before getting here.  They feel like a summation of something unspoken for me. They feel like the summation of something good, even though it hasn’t been easy getting here. This one contains a fragment of text from some writing I did in Santa Fe – a fictional love story that I was never able to bring to a satisfying conclusion. I’ve been thinking about love a lot, and the love story. Recently I saw The Fault in Our Stars, the movie adaptation of a book about the love story of a 16 year old cancer patient and a 17 year old amputee. I cried and cried while watching this movie. Not just because of the death bits but also...


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