Entry 102716 – Music on the hill 

My grandmother told me, She said, her mother, Ruth, sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee warming her hands, waiting for her husband to come home and kiss her and tell her good things. Oh, how she loved to be told good things. Her sons all went about their business- tumbling in the…

Entry 91515 – Devil in Shadow

The devil follows me He makes pacts with my shadow I stand by helplessly, I stay away So he stays away from you Have mercy, For he does not The rivers call, but I stay dry They renew, a reminder of my old self The waters rush by, caressing rocks, carrying fish and fallen leaves,…

Entry 61015 – Softly Built

In the night, at first, I painted pictures of my insides with words. The tired eyes, still and icy, inviting as winter snow deepened, followed the lines, learning me. Leaning over the barrier built of quiet struggles, handfuls of dirt up around the old firepit of love. The meeting left me naked, shaking. Cold. Awake….

On Broadway: ‘The Encounter’ Gets in Your Head 

Simon McBurney The Arthur Golden theater on Broadway, built in 1929, is housing a one man show run on haunting technological fervor through January 8th of next year. Simon McBurney and a team of sound operators and projection technicians bring to life a sparse but electrifying set made up of a handful of microphones, packs…

What We Can Learn from the Autumn Garden

The autumn garden in late afternoon sun. Spring gardens get the glut of our attention for their buzzing, dripping, luscious display of new life. The bright green of new leaves bursting from buds and the many-colored petals surround us, echoing bird songs and the scratching of other newborn tree-dwellers scampering up the bark and home….

Entry 82316 – Overexposure

It rings in my ears, the words “why are you showing me this?” Already insecure that my past The dimly-lit corners of my self would be an obstacle to being loved, “Why are you showing me this?” made me want to hide away, Good God, hide away and forget I ever let the light shine…

Entry 61015 – Fractured Skull, Round Two

Don’t worry about the bruised and broken chest. Concern yourself with your head, for you have much to decide. Think about what must be done. Breathe into what you’ve shattered, what’s come to pass, pieces, while the taste of the whole is still on your tongue. A beating, blurry vision… was that you, there, or…

Interview with Wally Lamb

Interview with Author Wally Lamb I met author Wally Lamb after his reading at Central Park SummerStage in 2008. During a phone interview later that year, Wally was kind enough to share his thoughts on his first novel, She’s Come Undone, nearly two decades after its first publication. Three books later, Wally Lamb was more…