Poet In Residence at Cedarmere Week 2

I wrote 30 poems, including a PowerPoint video poem and a few erasures.

I strolled up and down rolling hills, through gardens, around a pond, near trees, and harborside.

I sat in silence in a library alcove, in a great room in front of a fireplace, and on a porch.

I offered impromptu tidbits of historical facts.

I guided a poetry writing workshop about what history holds.

I am grateful for the Friends of Cedarmere, for this inspiring opportunity, and for the preservation of this historical place that urges us towards a better future.

Day Two
Day Five: I chased butterflies. If I were them, I would have been annoyed at me.
Day Seven
Day Nine: Tiny poet ponders in front of large fireplace
Day Ten

Poet In Residence at Cedarmere Week 1

How grateful am I for the opportunity to spend my days at Cedarmere, to come and go as I please, to take in the gardens and the harbor, to write and practice yoga, to chat with passersby, to sit in silence in William Cullen Bryant’s Library, to feel the history of a place, and to be in the immediate moments of now. I kinda wanna live there forever. While that’s not an option (right now!), I’m fortunate to have another week on the way. Here are some microblogs of what’s unfolded leading up to and then throughout my first week as the Friends of Cedarmere’s first Poet In Residence.