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In early April, I booked a one-way ticket to St. Thomas from Providence, Rhode Island in order to join my friend Captain Phillip Gutowski and his First Mate Lexi Ossinger on a sailing adventure from St. Thomas, through Puerto Rico and the Baham
In early April, I booked a one-way ticket to St. Thomas from Providence, Rhode Island in order to join my friend Captain Phillip Gutowski and his First Mate Lexi Ossinger on a sailing adventure from St. Thomas, through Puerto Rico and the Baham
In early April, I booked a one-way ticket to St. Thomas from Providence, Rhode Island in order to join my friend Captain Phillip Gutowski and his First Mate Lexi Ossinger on a sailing adventure from St. Thomas, through Puerto Rico and the Baham
In early April, I booked a one-way ticket to St. Thomas from Providence, Rhode Island in order to join my friend Captain Phillip Gutowski and his First Mate Lexi Ossinger on a sailing adventure from St. Thomas, through Puerto Rico and the Baham
When I reach out wide, spouting my truth from mountaintops and riversides, it is all done with the hope that you’ll hear the call and shout back.Like TJ Moss did in this episode:Read the full story on RandomNerds.com
I’m back, and I’ve missed you.So much has happened in the space between now and the last episode, I added an explanation, as well as a bit of insight, a poem about driving fast at night, and the sounds from a jam session with a family band.Re
Today’s media overruns us with blasts of negativity; the separateness of all things is what sells in our fear-based culture. For that reason, and in response to the recent State of the Union speech by our atrocious, horrible, detestable presid
December ends with a bang and January enters with low light, emitting a hollow hum that reverberates through the cold stillness. By the time I get out of bed, dress in socks, shirt, and pants, I’m nearly spent. It’s a time of hibernation in the
For some, Christmas is a chance to spend money they don’t have in order to buy presents no one needs for people they’d rather not spend their precious vacation days seeing. For yours truly, it’s a time to cut out of work early, park inside my t
Every year, when fall arrives, I mirror the arresting change from long, bright days into deep, black nights. Existing on the edge of disappearance with my two dollar marble notebook, I find places beyond me that fit the way I think. Park benc
When you’ve known someone for 20 years, there are no limits to what you feel comfortable saying to them. And while Ted and I have had (and continue to have) our issues, our love is like the fat that rises to the top of the soup; but like a hear
Maybe it’s rushing it to start planning a wedding, but we’ve already decided we both want a big table for company and she’s cool with the fact that I lay eggs.Sure, we moved quick, though tell me one time when pure, perfect Summer Love knocked
Lately, I’ve been living the poem instead of writing it. Staying out late, dancing under middle-of-nowhere stars, happening upon strangers, or letting them happen to me. For fall is coming, and perhaps the words on pages with it, but summer is
It was a weekend off when, after dinner, I decided to head to the docks and the beach, one before the other, pen and two-dollar marble notebook in hand, to scribble out something decidedly beautiful. By the side of children playing and boat whi
The day began with blueberry pancakes, with good friends. Then off we were, riding in an old Volkswagen van, to an iconic Vermont Sunday tradition: a performance by The Bread and Puppet Theater.There, frog men and jugglers strolled about the g
Unlike some of the previous episodes of this podcast, this one has little to do with me. It’s simply a story I stumbled upon that I felt was important to share…A couple of weeks ago, I got an email from a German hiker named Nicola Seitz who wa
I’m tired, spent, unkempt, and cold. The rain is falling and inside I feel a drought.In this offering I take a deep, unstable expression, a confession of sorts, and leave my soul freely for you to interpret. I speak openly about my bouts with
Because this podcast is as boundless as the wind, I took us in a different direction with this episode. Then again, maybe the direction’s not so different after all, as I’m not sure I have one — or will find one anytime soon. We’re extra lucky
We stand in the rain on the front porch, with cars splash-passing in the dark road. My neighbor, Anthony, drinking a hard cider, doesn’t blink when I ask if he’d be willing to share the poem he’s reading with all of you folks at home. Then we p
On a sunny Sunday afternoon, I sat down with poet, teacher, and friend Louisa Drury at her kitchen table in the small town of Stowe, Vermont, where she was kind enough to share a bit about her time in Paris during a period I — and so many artis
From a spring sunset we begin by stretching back through the past winter to what brought us here…We start with a poem called “Sounds of Home,” then head to Ireland — once for adventure, and again for love — before ending up back home in the mo
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