Overview
As far as poetry is concerned, I am neither sure-footed nor clear. Metaphorically speaking, I am out on a leafless limb with just spider webs and moss, listening to the silken slip of water over stone. And the fact that no one understands me, doesn't make me an artist. My poems will probably not send a flurry of palpitations through the Gallery of Important Things Said, but then, my expectations have always been unreasonably high. Sometimes, when a poem fails, I carry around my ineptitude like a bowling ball, for the rest of the day envisioning the blank page just lying there, a fallen tree from the forest, soundlessly waiting. I would much prefer my poems give the reader a sudden inhalation of joy-a reflexive gasp of awe and wonder-like seeing a Ferris wheel for the first time. If this volume has that effect on even a small portion of the reading populace, I will be ecstatic.About the AuthorThere are few activities that give me more pleasure than nudgingwords across the blankly disquieting page, and pushing clayaround, into, and through itself. I have been fortunate to work intwo disciplines, writing and ceramics, and I have discovered theend result seldom exactly matches the goal in either. It is the workthat matters-the engagement of my imagination, the intuitiveuse of my mind and hands. In the end, the artist discovers art hasa mind of its own, and it is these repeated realizations that enrichmy life. As much as any other work that I do, these small transformativejourneys carry me (for the most part) forward.My mother owned a bookstore from 1962 to 1985 in Petaluma, California. It was called Alta's Old Book Shop, and its valuelay not in glossy modernity, but in its being a sort of dusty deliveryroom for the birth of ideas. It was for me, a refuge from hastyjudgment, a source for answers and insights which enlarged mypersonal life and gave it meaning, and also generated an impulseto write.I am currently teaching a poetry writing class at the VintageHouse Senior Center in Sonoma as part of the Santa Rosa JuniorCollege Older Adults Program. There is magic in this group ofpeople; they are blossoming as poets and contributing immeasurablyto my own ability to write poetry. I am most thankful fortheir presence in my life.
