One of the jobs required of me during this week in Sonoma, according to my stepfather, was to go through what he refers to as MY storage unit. I wasn’t required to get rid of it all, I was only... Continue reading

“You ask of my Companions. Hills – sir – and the Sundown, and a Dog large as myself." Emily Dickinson You can’t spell poet without the word pet. This is the terrible first line I’ve been trying to avoid all... Continue reading

Having just arrived in my hometown of Sonoma for an all-too brief week where I will work and pretend to work, (and where I'll be blogging from all week!) I’ve been thinking a lot about poetry and place. Just yesterday,... Continue reading