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There are chocolate wrappers and unopened dental dams on the floor. Bass music from the bar above us pounds like a thunderhead. On stage, a butch woman gone transvestite and a femme lesbian [...]

It is decided. I will go to AWP in Atlanta at the end of the month. Cass, from the MFA program, called and is coming out to the east coast for a week, three days at AWP (where she will read from [...]

At the request of a reader, here is an example of what I do all day when I sit at the desk and start a draft of something. My advisor has asked me to write in the past tense, which is challenging [...]

I dreamt in stanzas last night, the waning yet swollen moon holding court over my cabin loft, the wind rushing down the slopes of the Black Mountains like water gone wild. And so the words were [...]

This morning I awoke to screaming winds and the sound of snapping tin outside. I quickly dressed in warm layers and went outside to assess the damages. The temperature? About four degrees – [...]

What makes a poet choose one line over another? One word for another? It’s dusk and I am reading the Norton Anthology of Poetry from its permanent perch on my breakfast table. The script is small [...]

Victory tastes good, finally, after four days. The water is flowing. The pressure is up and holding. All systems go! Freak out? Who, me? Did I? Oh, no. Of course not. Never.

Winter laughs at me. Out at the woodshed, I reach for my first log of the winter and am handed back a quarter inch splinter, driven deep into the tip of my pointer finger where it will live for [...]

Busy day. More than I can say. In short: left Cam’s place in Crested Butte at 6am, sat at a gas station in Poncha Springs for five hours talking to the locals and writing stories while [...]

There are different words for everything here. It’s not just cross-country skiing; it’s Nordic skiing. That, of course, is different than skate skiing, which is quite different than telemark [...]