Category Archives: Odds and Ends

… In early December of last year, Pamela Sneed was scheduled to read from her new book Speaking Tongue at 7 PM at Dashwood Projects in the East Village. The book is a vivid series of water colors done while … Continue reading →

…   I’ll take this bottle with me when I go. Not now. Some hiker dropped it passing on Impossible Hill, a mountainside of stone made visible by human heels and hooves Sharp and steep. Don’t fall! Below is Walnut … Continue reading →

The penultimate event at the Bryant Park Reading Room on September 3 featured three poets, Jiwon Choi, Joan Larkin, and Alicia Ostriker. I know and enjoy the work of Joan Larkin and Alicia Ostriker and I partly came to the … Continue reading →

… I hear Dad’s chainsaw echo down the fieldcutting firewood for December’s stove. Herknife in hand Mom chops the cabbage she’ll sealin jars pouring boiling water overit first with a tablespoon of sea salt.Come November she’ll have her sauerkraut.Summer yet, … Continue reading →

… I met Harry Kresky in the late eighties; he was my lawyer, or I should say he was the lawyer for the community. Without going into too much detail, or I’ll be writing a book, Harry defended a Lower … Continue reading →

O Pretty Self A snake curled in the sunfeels my shadow come and goesripples over stones. The stream falls downand oozes out of mossand mud where a deer’s stepped. No, I won’t pick this violet.Let it clutch the cracking rockblue … Continue reading →

  36 I see how strong a fragile thing can be. Look! A butterfly comes fluttering over its own reflection hovering out in the middle of a pond so deep and close you’d think no insect strength could last the … Continue reading →

… Fluttering robins louder than my singingare violent on the lawn where they’re fightingover a worm—No!—I’m wrong. As quietas a junkie gets sticking the needle in no matter what funny business preceded it—Like a junkie suddenlysilent one bird enters the … Continue reading →