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There was a lovely event at Gloucester Writers Center for the new issue of Joseph Torra’s excellent magazine, and Greg Cook was there.
I want to say something briefly about my poems, Gabrielle’s drawings, and why we are putting them together tonight. There are the fragile, doomed arrangements of everything, despite intuitions of another, everlasting world that touches this one, that enfolds us … Continue reading
As I was at work on The Mornith War, something mysterious happened in Gloucester, Massachusetts, the city where I live. For decades, a painting of a serpentine creature endured on a big rock on Cressy’s Beach, a beautiful place on the western side of Gloucester Harbor. … Continue reading