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1.  Some days the East River sparkles like any other body of water in almost fall in the late afternoon.  2.  My grandmother says that wh...

1.  Last night I was re-reading Maggie Nelson's Bluets , and I realized that part of the reason I like it is that it reads like foot...

It's ridiculous.  It's like building a transistor radio.  You're the only person I know who uses Twitter, and I never understa...

(Photo: Tina Holmes) (for Andi)  This week my little brother went to a '90s party dressed in a pink shirt and faded jeans, as if...

Between the Worlds of the Tiny and the Big There's a boy in a branch library in an o.k. part of Brooklyn being tutored in math by ...

You can't get a precision grip with salad tongs, especially mine, which are from Halloween and shaped like skeleton hands.  [About using...

Come out on Friday 6/29 for what promises to be a stellar reading from poets Loren Erdrich + Rebecca Howell + Monica Hand + Aubrie Marr...

It's Cyndi Lauper's birthday!    

[drawing by Bronwynne Cornish, from "Where the Bear Went" exhibit, Vermont Studio Center, May 2012] 1.  I'm honored to hav...

1.  Reading nest. 2.  I will need new sneakers to face these challenges. 3.  Decaf skim latte weather. 4.  Visible river-bottom rocks as ...

Reported to my brother that I went to life drawing this morning.  His response:  "Stop living the life of a Victorian ill person and ...

Here is a slightly blurry photo of a painting-in-progress by one of the amazing artists here at Vermont Studio Center this month, Jenny Scha...

1.  Heavy thunderstorm.  Atmosphere suddenly electrical and ship-like in the studio building. 2.  After the thunderstorm, reading Trans...

by Joanna Penn Cooper and Todd Colby I let myself into your house and wrapped your family portraits in muslin. There wasn...

I've been on a Dylan kick for a couple days, compulsively listening to the Rolling Thunder Revue version of "A Hard Rain's A...

Hey, have you seen the blog of collaborative drawing-poems my brother and I keep?  (It's his drawings and my words.)  We called it Malf...