Investigative Poetry – Autumn

January 8, 2018

35mm film Minolta, Peaks Island, ME  Oct. – Nov 2017


Mary Ponsot – “Strike deep, divide us from cheap-got doubt;”

November 14, 2017

BOMB magazine review of:


Private and Profane

From loss of  the old and lack of  the new
From failure to make the right thing do
Save us, Lady Mary Wortley Montagu.
     From words not the word, from a feckless voice
     From poetic distress and from careless choice
     Exclude our intellects,  James Joyce.
From genteel angels and apostles unappalled
From Hollywood visions as virgins shawled
Guard our seeing, Grünewald.
     From calling a kettle an existential pot,
     From bodying the ghost of  whatever is not,
     John save us, O most subtle Scot.
From pace without cadence, from pleasures slip-shod
From eating the pease and rejecting the pod
Wolfgang keep us, lover of God.
      Couperin come with your duple measure
      Alter our minds against banal pleasure.
Dürer direct with strictness our vision;
Steady this flesh toward your made precision.
     Mistress of accurate minor pain,
     Lend wit for forbearance, prideless Jane.
From pretending to own what we secretly seek,
From (untimely, discourteous) the turned other cheek,
Protect our honor, Demetrius the Greek.
     From ignorance of structural line and bone
     From passion not pointed on truth alone
     Attract us, painters on Egyptian stone.
     From despair keep us, Aquin’s dumb son;
     From despair keep us, Saint Welcome One;
     From lack of despair keep us, Djuna and John Donne.
That zeal for free will get us in deep,
That the chance to choose be the one we keep
That free will steel self  in us against self-defense
That free will repeal in us our last pretense
That free will heal us
      Jeanne d’Arc, Job,  Johnnie Skelton,
      Jehan de Beauce, composer  Johann,
      Dark  John Milton, Charter Oak  John,
Strike deep, divide us from cheap-got doubt;
Leap, leap between us and the easy out;
Teach us to seize, to use, to sleep well, to let go;
Let our loves, freed in us, gaudy and graceful, grow.
Originally appeared in the June 1957 issue of Poetry magazine.

Investigative Poetry – Eclipse

October 4, 2017

35mm film Minolta – Peaks Island, ME

Moon’s orbit moves between the Sun and the Earth – Eclipse – August 21, 2017

Investigative Poetry – Summer of Peaches –

October 4, 2017

35 mm Minolta

July-August 2017

Peaks Island, ME

Investigative Poetry – Braveheart + Worker Man [ Bridge] –

August 15, 2017

35mm film Minolta – Peaks Island, ME – March – April 2017

About ready / Ready About

Ground Level Framing.


Wonderwood in July

July 27, 2017

A Review

Wonderwood in JUNE

July 12, 2017

Wes Allen Hartley (BBQ) , Copper Still (Sarah Crow + Peter Hazen), Steve Lighty,Ronda Dale + co.


Investigative Poetry – Light Heart on Earth

July 12, 2017


35 mm film in Minolta – May-June 2017 – Peaks Island, ME

Investigative Poetry – Man vs. Nature –

May 9, 2017


35 mm film – Minolta
200 ASA  – no battery – flash setting  – sunny 11, 8, 6.5

April, May 2017

March 1017  not pictured.  gravel delivery and dispersal over leveled perimeter footprint.



The Thorns

May 3, 2017

Man vs. Nature – Investigative Poetry

April 18, 2017


Recollection 2016 – September-October

B&W 35mm film – Nikon

with great thanks to Niki Taylor for chemistry, time + know how and Travers Tuttle for the kind lending of fuel receptacles to keep digging with.


No. 01 RE-INITIATION (prompts to form complete verse)

March 17, 2017

MUTE EXPRESSION WILL NOT PROTECT.  story    u n f o l d s   i n   s  p a  c  e   a n d   t  i  m  e

Man vs. Nature – Investigative Poetry

March 7, 2017

2016 Re-collection  WINTER – SPRING – SUMMER – FALL

Peaks Island

35mm film Canon / Nikon


Wendell Berry – of the essence of this time, Thank you , Jeanne.

February 24, 2017

It is hard to have hope. It is harder as you grow old,

For hope must not depend on feeling good
And there is the dream of loneliness at absolute midnight.
You also have withdrawn belief in the present reality
Of the future, which surely will surprise us,
…And hope is harder when it cannot come by prediction
Any more than by wishing. But stop dithering.
The young ask the old to hope. What will you tell them?
Tell them at least what you say to yourself.

Because we have not made our lives to fit
Our places, the forests are ruined, the fields eroded,
The streams polluted, the mountains overturned. Hope
Then to belong to your place by your own knowledge
Of what it is that no other place is, and by
Your caring for it as you care for no other place, this
Place that you belong to though it is not yours,
For it was from the beginning and will be to the end

Belong to your place by knowledge of the others who are
Your neighbors in it: the old man, sick and poor,
Who comes like a heron to fish in the creek,
And the fish in the creek, and the heron who manlike
Fishes for the fish in the creek, and the birds who sing
In the trees in the silence of the fisherman
And the heron, and the trees that keep the land
They stand upon as we too must keep it, or die.

This knowledge cannot be taken from you by power
Or by wealth. It will stop your ears to the powerful
when they ask for your faith, and to the wealthy
when they ask for your land and your work.
Answer with knowledge of the others who are here
And how to be here with them. By this knowledge
Make the sense you need to make. By it stand
In the dignity of good sense, whatever may follow.
Speak to your fellow humans as your place
Has taught you to speak, as it has spoken to you.
Speak its dialect as your old compatriots spoke it
Before they had heard a radio. Speak
Publicly what cannot be taught or learned in public.

Listen privately, silently to the voices that rise up
From the pages of books and from your own heart.
Be still and listen to the voices that belong
To the streambanks and the trees and the open fields.
There are songs and sayings that belong to this place,
By which it speaks for itself and no other.

Found your hope, then, on the ground under your feet.
Your hope of Heaven, let it rest on the ground
Underfoot. Be it lighted by the light that falls
Freely upon it after the darkness of the nights
And the darkness of our ignorance and madness.
Let it be lighted also by the light that is within you,
Which is the light of imagination. By it you see
The likeness of people in other places to yourself
In your place. It lights invariably the need for care
Toward other people, other creatures, in other places
As you would ask them for care toward your place and you.

No place at last is better than the world. The world
Is no better than its places. Its places at last
Are no better than their people while their people
Continue in them. When the people make
Dark the light within them, the world darkens.

-Wendell Berry

Portland Phoenix 1/17

January 13, 2017

CULTURAL APPROPRIATION – because you’re already in it

topic surveyed and astutely cut apart into palatable pieces by Nick Schroeder

From what i can gather giving credit where credit is due one decent reparation for what may seem “stolen” . Taking with gratitude and acknowledgement of ones own awe in otherness or observing and weaving in admirable parts of otherness with awareness to where and how such an addition came about challenges us to dig into history, to follow a thread that has crossed our paths backwards. sometimes we are hit with the full story but more often than not a pieces of things fall from context. It almost like instead of being in love with a thing, good appropriation is going slow enough by it or scooping the thing up with a statement of “i would like to know more about where you came from” or even of consent ” can you tell me more about where you came from? “