To My Son Last winter as snow banks rose high above us and we clutched our coats tight against our necks to fight off the cold, you were cradled in the warmth of your mother’s belly. Sinew formed, bones calcified, fingers sprouted at the ends of your tiny arms, and the synapses in … Continue reading To My Son (A Poem)
Dear University of Southern Maine, You've done it. Broken my heart, that is. You did it while staring into my unblinking eyes. You never released your finger from the trigger, just waited until the dust settled from your bad press, then, when you hoped people were preoccupied by the warm summer air that finally came … Continue reading University of Southern Maine, You Broke My Crooked Heart
Note: I recently finished the Rolling Stone article on the heroin problem in Vermont. The article opens with a heroin addict from my hometown of Milton. This poem emerged from the rush of nostalgia and visceral thoughts that the article broke open in my veins. A Letter Home Milton, Vermont, the dirty poem from … Continue reading After Reading of the Heroin Epidemic in Vermont, I Write a Letter Home
Since I posted my open letter to the University of Southern Maine about their plan to sell the Stone House where I attended the Stonecoast MFA program, a lot has gone down. This week's Portland Phoenix explains that the University is delaying its plans to lay off faculty, and from my contacts at Stonecoast it … Continue reading University of Southern Maine, We Will Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night
Of course, I didn't know Philip Seymour Hoffman. But like the rest of you, I knew the version of him that he gave us in his movies and interviews. I loved that version because he was hilarious and serious and chubby and flawed and honest and vulnerable. Since writing is cathartic and I'm as confused … Continue reading The Philip Seymour Hoffman I Knew
Preface I got into blogging reluctantly. Now that I'm in it, I understand its importance for emerging writers. It's a necessary component in this uber-digital age we find ourselves in. With that said, I'm having a hell of a time blogging about writing, music, and beer. (Especially the beer part.) Six Reasons Why I Blog … Continue reading Advice From a Reluctant Blogger
(Note: this is a letter I sent to the University of Southern Maine to urge them to keep the Stone House. This is a house in Wolf's Neck in Freeport overlooking the ocean. The property is used by the Stonecoast writing program where I received my MFA. The school is considering selling this piece of … Continue reading Letter to the University of Southern Maine: Save the Stone House!