Vital connections

Went to see Mary Oliver read some poetry at the 92nd Street Y the other night with my friend Debbie and we were delighted to find out she’d be introduced by Eve Ensler. I wondered what the connection might be and that question stayed with me long after the...

Astonished

Back when Smith Magazine made Six-Word Memoirs all the rage, my inner wordsmith went into action. But it was my now departed friend Kevin who dashed off mine without a thought: Zen chick with a Jersey edge. I adore that. Today, a bit anxious about a few things, I took...

Easy, called, soothed

On many a day I give thanks for Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac, but every so often it speaks to me in an extra special way. This poem for me evokes the way I feel when I am sitting at the Hudson River waterfront, not among trees, but in a...

Honoring tragedy with our lives

As regular readers of this space know, once I sink my teeth into something you’re going to hear about it a lot. So it should be no surprise that all my Mary Oliver talk this week would wind up seeping over into my latest column. In fact, one of her poems is my...

Poetry, please

This makes me breathless. From Mary Oliver’s Pulitzer Prize-winning and National Book Award-winning The Leaf and the Cloud, a Poem: 7. If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will...