Amy and I were recently the subject of a wonderful article in the Connecticut Post. Read it here. We now have had a major feature article on the two of us in the four biggest Connecticut papers. (as well as many 'minor' ones) Next up, the New York Times? Well, a guy can dream.
Recently my wife (pictured here) and I were honored that the University of Bridgeport asked us to write a poem to be put on the outside of a time capsule in the new dormitory. They had it carved (?) onto this plaque, and it will be there for the next fifty years until it is opened. I think they put a couple of our books inside, too. It is a great privilege.
Amy and I were the subject of an article by Mary Ann Lynch in the Hartford Courant, called "Writing, Hiking, Traveling Keep Them Together." Not the usual kind of 'author' article, it is really a story of our relationship. It's a nice little feature. Check it out here.
Over the past couple years Amy and I have become friends with Marilyn Nelson, one of Connecticut's most valuable and famous poets. I use her book The Freedom Business in my Connecticut history class at the University of Bridgeport, and her interweaving of history and poetry has been inspiring. The photo above is from a recent trip we took to Weir Farm National Historic Site (accompanied by Bessy Reyna and Susan Holmes). I feel blessed and honored to have been able to spend time with Marilyn, and I look forward to more adventures in poetry and life.
My new novella, Shadows of Paris, was just released. I couldn't be happier. Those who have read it say its the best thing I've ever done, and I've had quite a few "you made me cry, you @$^%&*." You can read the beginning of the book here, if you want a preview before purchasing this exciting new arrival.
Released next week - Wildness: Voices of the Sacred Landscape, which includes a creative nonfiction piece of mine about, you guessed it, tracking animals. Click on the picture to find out more.
Myself, my wife, and friend David Leff at the Artists' Cooperative in Westerly, Rhode Island, just before we gave a poetry reading. Here's one of the poems I read that day.
The Long Grey Trail
Legs pounding, feet slapping against grey rock,
Hard muscles straining up cold, grueling slopes,
We follow green, breadloaf mountain ridges,
Through days of biting flies and spiteful rain,
Until our backs bend beneath the burden,
Lean flesh steaming in the simmering sun.
What force pushes us past hunger and pain,
Past endless trees, icy mist, wind and thirst,
Past oceans of boulders and nightmare peaks?
This strange strength forces us to moments when,
With pure hearts, empty heads, and leathered skin,
We hope to touch the real, fight the long sleep,
And share a feast with old friends and strangers
At the silvery end of the long grey trail.
I'll be participating in the "Poets for the Earth" celebration, Sunday, April 10, 1 p.m. at the Artists’ Cooperative Gallery, 7 Canal Street, Westerly, Rhode Island. In fact, I'll be reading some of my own poetry, which is a rare occurrence to say the least. After I married Amy Nawrocki, I realized that my dreams of being a top-notch poet were mostly dreams, and I should defer to il miglior fabrio. However, I still dabble, and although my poetry is not on par with my wife's, it has its own little niche (or so she claims). Since you are probably reading this at your office, here's a little sonnet I wrote ten years ago. Enjoy!
Chit-chat and happenstance stretch office days
into pleasant, coffee-doughnut hours –
How was your weekend, someone says blithely,
and we smile, answering with sun-rays
of good nature, and decide to add her
name to our email address list as friend.
The copy machine and the microwave
are hubs that whirl us like a thousand moons.