The Fig

  Here’s a recording of me reading from my 2013 poetry collection, Flesh Becomes Word, published by Dos Madres Press. The accompanying image is shared here courtesy of John Volck, who happens to be my brother and a visual artist of breathtaking ability. The...

A Sensible Emptiness

Below is the late Richard Wilbur’s metaphorical exploration of one sentence of Thomas Traherne’s: “”Life without objects is a sensible emptiness, and that is a greater misery than death or nothing.” (Second Century, Meditation 65) The little we know of...

Caring for Words, XIII: Words Cannot Contain…

Epiphany, Theophany, Three Kings Day. Gifts, carried by the wise, in oddly-fashioned coffers. After twelve days spent pondering the health of words in a sickened language, we end where we began: marveling at the power and fragility of these vessels of meaning. I hope...

Caring for Words, XII: Risk Your Heart

Write and read with your whole heart. Embrace mystery. Shun mystification, which is to mystery what sentimentality is to honest feeling. Treasure words that prove difficult to pin down but impossible to live without. Go out on limbs. Be willing to fall. Get up again....

Caring for Words, XI: The Right Word

Abstraction and imprecision are enemies of good writing. Not at all coincidentally, they are among the preferred weapons of politicians, hucksters, and other con artists. The concrete, specific, and particular prove harder to come by, but almost always repay the...