National Poetry Month Meets Bud Powell (and more metaphor)
Sean MurphyAnother wonderful Facebook memory prompts me to recall how incredibly productive things were, this time seven years ago, albeit not in the ways I'd intended. To recap, I headed up…
National Poetry Month Meets Bukowski & Metaphor
This pic popped up in my Facebook memories today. Reminding me not only of the great Martha's Vineyard Adventure in 2016, via the Noepe Center for Literary Arts (RIP), but…
Original Poem: Henry Chinaski’s Horses
True story: when I arrived at Noepe in spring 2016 for my year as artist-in-residence, my goal was to work on a novel, and I had a box worth of…
National Poetry Month #15-16
April, according to this poet, is the cruelest month. April, according to these lovers of poetry, is National Poetry Month, and the only cruelty is metaphorical (which isn’t to say T.S. Eliot was being…
National Poetry Month #9: Work-in-Progress
April, according to this poet, is the cruelest month. April, according to these lovers of poetry, is National Poetry Month, and the only cruelty is metaphorical (which isn’t to say T.S. Eliot was being…
National Poetry Month #3: Intimation
April, according to this poet, is the cruelest month. April, according to these lovers of poetry, is National Poetry Month, and the only cruelty is metaphorical (which isn’t to say T.S. Eliot was being…
Original Poem: Work-in-Progress
This poem was written shortly after I arrived at Noepe, in Martha's Vineyard (where the picture, above, was taken). A meditation of sorts (I hesitate, mostly out of denial, to…
Musings from Martha’s Vineyard: Introductory Notes
I've allowed myself a week to settle in and readjust to life outside a cube, outside the beltway, outside any previous experience. It's surreal, but it's real. It's happening. I'm…