Come Closer

Come Closer

This year, I’m renewing my friendship with winter. Here, in the Pacific Northwest, winter is weeks of big-bellied clouds looming low, dimming daylight to a crepuscular gloom that seeps invisibly into night. And drenching us in Biblical torrents of rain. As a new...
On Communication and Communion

On Communication and Communion

This morning, I’ve been re-reading the transcript of a conversation between poets Allen Tate and Stanley Kunitz that took place in 1966. The excerpt quoted below is from their riff on communication and communion. “If you’re reading a poem, you are...