FROM THIS SEPTEMBER DAY

All war, under law, will from this September day on a dirt road in northern Maine where Albertine Cyr flies her French mourning hands into the night, often into the day, be conducted by women. The sucklers will choose where to place the charge, whose child to take,...

The Presence of Light

I am thinking often of light, of the light, in the many ways one can—visually, energetically, spiritually. Although it may present in very different ways, its source is always the same. Two days ago I was in New York, where my love lives. Tonight, I am here in Bangor,...

FINALIST FOR MAINE LITERARY AWARD

I’m a finalist for the 2015 Maine Literary Awards in short works for both nonfiction and poetry. The winners will be announced live Thursday 5/28 at Space Gallery in Portland. If you’re in the area, come celebrate—with all of us. The slate is strong across the board...

POETS/SPEAK!

Saturday, April 4, 2015     POETS/SPEAK!   I’m reading shortly after noon at the University of Maine Museum of Art, downtown Bangor.  This always proves to be an intense and eclectic dynamic of poems and their creators. Followed by a gathering, this year, at...