From Kirk Yetholm to Edale: On the Road Again
After my stop in Xi’an, I was eager to resume my walk. But was I ready for a difficult multi-year trek to the Russian Far East and the Bering Strait? Would I arrive in winter, and would the strait be frozen solidly enough so that I could walk across the ice, possibly wondering whether Sarah… Continue reading From Kirk Yetholm to Edale: On the Road Again →
Kashgar to Xi’an: I Did It!
Yes, I did it! I walked most of the way across China, starting at Kashgar, a city near China’s western border. Although I walked the miles actually (really, truly), I accomplished the trip virtually (not really, not truly), tracking my progress on a spreadsheet and a map, putting one foot in front of the other… Continue reading Kashgar to Xi’an: I Did It! →
Miss Smith, the Queen, and the Coronation Scrapbook
“Once in a lifetime,” Miss Smith told us. “Or maybe twice.” She was our fifth-grade teacher, and she wanted to make sure we paid attention to the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II of England, which would be happening in about a month. We knew that Princess Elizabeth was now the queen of England, but the… Continue reading Miss Smith, the Queen, and the Coronation Scrapbook →
My (Not Typical Tourist) Visit to the Capitol
It was a kinder, gentler time, or at least I thought it was. I was unemployed and unhappy, and I wanted—no, needed—to go somewhere. My friend Joyce, who was about to move to Washington to seek her fortune, offered me a ride. Although Washington was not on my list of places to go for a… Continue reading My (Not Typical Tourist) Visit to the Capitol →
Albert Pinkham Ryder’s Chemical Sins, and Me
Because I am a poet, I respond to words before images, sentences before styles, paragraphs before pigments. I love to look at paintings, but for me words come first. It is not surprising, then, that my obsession with Albert Pinkham Ryder, a painter who was born, as I was, in New Bedford, Massachusetts, began… Continue reading Albert Pinkham Ryder’s Chemical Sins, and Me →
The Bizarro Yankee Doodle Dandy
Yesterday was the Fourth of July. Independence Day is not my favorite holiday. In fact, it’s my least favorite holiday, not because I lack patriotic fervor and not because I hate fireworks (although I do hate fireworks if they’re directly over my head)—no, not for either of those reasons. I certainly don’t hate the music,… Continue reading The Bizarro Yankee Doodle Dandy →
Slow: Kashgar to Aksu
There are many ways to get from Kashgar, China’s westernmost city, to Aksu, about 300 miles to the east. If you left on train #7558, you would arrive in Aksu 9 hours and 28 minutes later. On this slowest and cheapest of the railroad options, a ticket costs only ¥53, or about US$8.… Continue reading Slow: Kashgar to Aksu →
Green Hair & Jam
A couple of weeks ago, as I was scrolling through the news items on Poetry Daily’s website, I came upon Ruth Weiss’s obituary. Although I didn’t know who Ruth Weiss was, the thumbnail in the news feed immediately caught my attention. Ruth Weiss, who was, according to the San Francisco Chronicle, a “trailblazing poet in… Continue reading Green Hair & Jam →
Welcome To My Blog
Welcome to my blog. It’s been more than a few months, but I’m back with a newly designed blog on a new platform. All posts from the old blog are either on my Home page or in the Archives. New posts coming soon. Let’s stay in touch.
Looking for António Ferreira Couto
I have an ancestor from Santa Maria, Azores. His name is António Ferreira Couto, and he was born probably between 1660 and 1680. He married a woman named Catarina Velho, who was probably also born on the ilha de Santa Maria, but I don’t know that for sure. António and Catarina are my 7th great-grandparents.… Continue reading Looking for António Ferreira Couto →
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I Never Meant To Sail So Goddam Far 