Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, after leaving Point Judith and before the NYC shipping lanes. See where we're at: https://www.marinetraffic.com/en/ais/details/ships/shipid:6165338/mmsi:368134980/imo:0/vessel:CALLIPYGIA Well, the Callipygia has delivered us to balmy Cape May. A New Jersey coastal town has a lot of its seasonal businesses shut down in February, for some strange reason. But Charlie at Utsch's Marina … Continue reading Trip with Tripp #1: Portsmouth, RI to Cape May, NJ (1/30 – 2/4)
Paper Crane from Portsmouth
A little bit of origami given to me for good luck by Maya at Anna D's.
Poem 170.2. – A Trillium on Recovery
The second version of a poem I wrote for a friend whose mother has recently hit a month of sobriety for the first time. It's taken from a morning they told me about, including the cardinal, during a sober conversation that was a novel experience. Seemed like it needed immortalizing. The bold text are the … Continue reading Poem 170.2. – A Trillium on Recovery
Pictures Driving Home (NH, VT)
Taken last Friday. The Old Man in the Mountain Historic Site, Littleton, and the top of the Big Fill coming from Jay to Richford on 105.
Stretching a Jib When It’s Raining
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171. The Cajun Chicken Sandwich
Dedicated to Anna D's in Portsmouth, Rhode Island. Written after lunch and left on the table on a piece of paper thoughtfully provided by Maya.
164. Saplings
This last summer, as a galley hand aboard the Victory Chimes (a bittersweet experience, being the vessel's likely last time ever as a windjammer), I had the wonderful experience of being able to share my poetry, to read it aloud and to explain its themes and personal meanings, in ways that had never presented themselves … Continue reading 164. Saplings
Pyrography: Cigar Box for Alice
Favorite insets from the first cigar box given as a gift to a friend, as a Christmas present. The Silverstein poem was a nice find about the fading world of childhood imagination, especially since I was going with an "Alice" motif here (along with the Cheshire Cat, there's the Jefferson Airplane song on another inset). … Continue reading Pyrography: Cigar Box for Alice
Milton Town Forest
Knead out mortality knotted in cordsSinew bound complacent within youSlough the lactose backwards, steady forwardsForests sing before you, "Please continue" Arced up to fallOr fell alreadyBe still or still becomingThat is allTowers enflamed from birthOff embers of ruined worthNo structures so tallStand forever on the earth Exist in immolation, constant in decaySpray universal tears or … Continue reading Milton Town Forest
In February’s Yard
this tessellated silhouette of upward winding branchesa growth at Center stage, sprung up in all advantagewashed in lambent seasons by a gentle patron Suna testimonial solo to what solar thread has spunas well a Lofted stage for choral migratory birdswhose verses sound the theatre with each untranslated wordas meanings left to echo, left to echo … Continue reading In February’s Yard
Hermit Thrush 