Category: Poem
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Far in the Old Homesteader’s Field
the elk wake me. Cold morning, early fire.As if the world should be beautiful here, now, cloud bank portending not snowbut the glaze of cow fences, my finger burn of cold. Amid the world burning, amid its razing,this moment’s abyss turns me back to naked trees in white sunlight. How can I speak this in another…
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Seeking The Accidental Poetry Of Photography
This summer, I took a photography class called The Eloquent Image with Keith Carter at the Anderson Fine Arts Ranch in Snowmass. The LA Times describes Keith as the “poet of the ordinary,” so, of course, I wanted to take his class, to see how a photographer creates poetry through image, through shadow, light, blur,…
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Writing a Book of Ekphrasis: A Tale of Light
The author reflects on their transition from capturing light through words to doing so with a camera during a pandemic. They share their experience with ekphrastic art, inspired by WH Auden’s poem about a painting. The post concludes with a trailer for their upcoming book, “This Visible Speaking: Catching Light Through The Camera’s Eye.”