Thu May 29 - 7:00pm-7:30pm I was born a scant three miles from here, offspring of a native Washingtonian and a rural-Virginian transplant who ended up raising their only child in the Takoma Park John Fahey had just left because it got too weird for him. My poems are about gestures, snapshots, sometimes memories, but always music—for me it trumps literal meaning. I gave up my work as a music critic to focus on creation rather than re-creation. So I published work in the ‘80s and then again in the last couple years: Gargoyle, Innisfree Poetry Journal, JMWW. In April I wrote a poem a day at oncedailyasdirected.blogspot.com. I love and crave the conjuring, the spell-casting, of writing. I live on the water, with a passel of animals and the only man I’ve ever loved, as far from my birthplace as I’ve ever lived—fewer than 40 miles from here. I studied with Rod Jellema at the University of Maryland in the 1980s and the Writer’s Center earlier this year. “It all comes round again,” as my musical guru Richard Thompson wrote; too bad he never said when, precisely. | ||||||||||


