… Last autumn, in late October, I went to the Tibet House to hear Marie Warsh read an essay about her mother, the poet Bernadette Mayer. I had never been to the Tibet House before and I have to say … Continue reading

… Last autumn, in late October, I went to the Tibet House to hear Marie Warsh read an essay about her mother, the poet Bernadette Mayer. I had never been to the Tibet House before and I have to say … Continue reading
Subatomic Moss is a chapbook of two collaboration poems by Bernadette Mayer and Philip Good recently published by Vehicle Editions. “Collaborations are a crapshoot,” Bernadette says, “but this one worked.” I couldn’t agree more. I’m kind of in love … Continue reading
… “Here in beautiful aloneness forest” is where Bernadette lives in a house with a windowpane back porch looking out toward a stream (you must go down the hill to see it, but it is there) and a rectangular piece … Continue reading
… Scarlet Tanager is a favorite book of mine because it was the first book Bernadette Mayer published after her stroke, and as I read it I knew that she could still write a poem. I went upstate to visit … Continue reading
… At her home in East Nassau, New York, Bernadette Mayer reads a sonnet that she wrote with Philip Good. … … … … … Sonnets is published by Tender Buttons Press. You can check them out here: https://www.tenderbuttonspress.com/ … Continue reading
… My heart is a fancy place Where giant reddish-purple cauliflowers & white ones in French & English are outside Waiting to welcome you to a boat Over the low black river for a big dinner There’s a lot of … Continue reading
….. “TAKING THE HUMBLER PATH” ………for Ron Padgett Was excellent advice from Ron In a dream I fell We were walking in the rush hour Got pushed into a snowbank By a man in a Bentley &climbingoveritIfellinlikeGreek&Latin Scared at … Continue reading
… ……WALKING LIKE A ROBIN ……take 3 or 4 steps then stop ……look smell taste touch & hear ……is there anything to eat? ……oh look, there’s some caviar ……it must be my birthday, thanks ……i must be very old, like … Continue reading
… … 61 Things are often more beautiful at a distance, but not you. The closer the more inevitable you become. Before I thought beauty was what I saw, that the superficial awed, but I was wrong. Your skin is … Continue reading
… The poet slides on her bottom stubborn As a turtle over slippery stones Sitting inching picking up the large ones That hinder her path dropping them to form An island in the current that’s rushing At us. I’m on … Continue reading
… April 10th at the Chelsea Square. I have some questions to ask Bill sent to me by several poets and writers. There is a family eating at the next table chattering away happily. Although I fear Bill won’t be … Continue reading
… The following Saturday, March 20th, was sunny and wonderful. I spent the morning priming my study, hurrying to Janovic Plaza to order some paint, and got over to the Chelsea Square to talk with Bill who arrived looking very … Continue reading