Winslow Homer
I’m reading a couple books on painter Winslow Homer, combing them for ideas for poetry. He’s always been my favorite painter, going back to my days at summer camp receiving […]
I’m reading a couple books on painter Winslow Homer, combing them for ideas for poetry. He’s always been my favorite painter, going back to my days at summer camp receiving […]
In June of last year, the John Dos Passos Society convened in Lisbon. I knew almost nothing about Portuguese history and language. I knew I had a great opportunity, however, […]
Working on a poem about Abraham Lincoln mourning his mother’s death. She died when he was a boy of 9. I get the fascination every writer/historian seems to get while […]
Working on a poem about Fall River, MA. As part of my greater Portuguese education, I’ve been reading up on Portuguese immigration in New England. I was fascinated to learn […]
Apollo 11, the documentary, was fascinating and put a smile on my face. I’m certainly not saying 1969 was the year the United States of America aged to perfection. Vietnam, […]
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez lives the dreams of many a millennial, waiting anxiously for their chance to lead. Many in the Baby Boom generation in America are refusing to cede power, time […]
Like Trump, Kavanaugh represents the worst in America. The erasure of personal responsibility for the “ruling class,” the enshrinement of rich white male privilege, the vaulting, careening vanity. The only […]
Watched Robocop (1987) again after a long spell. Now it’s just a sad, sad film and sharp satire. I don’t react to the action the way I did when I […]
Wrote a poem about John Fogerty. I seem to be on the way to a series on music. I put my heart and soul into it. I saw John Fogerty […]
Research for my speech has sharpened my appreciation for my grandfather’s prestigious reporting career. For example, Dos Passos’ observations of the Nuremberg trials in fall 1945. “Except for Hess, who […]