Month: August 2011
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We will name none of our children “Irene”
This was the view from the potholes yesterday. That pink building was a quilter’s studio. I say “was” because it’s gone now. In fact, I think this picture captures it being swept away. We are thankful for no loss of life. Our home was undamaged, though we were forced to evacuate for the night due […]
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The Beaufort Scale
I’ve always been fascinated by the Beaufort Scale. It could be because the concept of measurement itself is intrinsically interesting, but how the Beaufort Scale grapples with wind is a sort of poetry. Its language is simple and elegant, metaphorical. And it’s served as a point of inspiration for: a book, Defining the Wind, this very cool art/poetry […]
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And the days go by
Non-writing activities have kept me busy this summer — work, Collected Poets planning for 2012, reading, afternoons at the state forest beach with the boys (that season pass was the best $35 I’ve ever spent!) — July slipped by like a field of fireflies winking out. Despite the surfeit of grief, it’s been nice. Come […]
Marie Gauthier 