-
Categories
-
Recent Work
From Here We All Are
When I was in high school in Fayetteville in the early 1970s, my best evenings at home were when my father would build a fire in the living room fireplace.
-
Archives
- January 2018
- November 2016
- October 2015
- January 2015
- November 2014
- October 2014
- June 2014
- April 2014
- February 2014
- November 2013
- August 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- December 2012
- October 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- August 2010
- February 2010
- August 2009
- June 2009
- March 2008
- February 2008
- November 2007
- October 2007
- August 2007
- July 2007
Blog July 2007
risk A verse
July 13, 2007
A few months ago, I read from Blue Peninsula at Mayo Clinic and then at the College of William and Mary. It was as if the book, its poetry, and I were in the middle, between two half-conversations exciting to imagine whole: on one side, physicians and medical professionals, and on the other, patients and families. The poems were a vortex intensifying and focusing vital discussions and clearing the space to allow them to happen. read more