I use to love fishing, actually, I was obsessed with fishing.  I’d sit in my back yard and practice throwing my line into the grass, waiting for the weekend when my dad would take me to Christopher Creek, about two hours away in northern Arizona, so I could catch and cook some rainbow trout.  I… Read More


THANK YOU RICHMOND FOLK FESTIVAL AND EVERYONE WHO PICKED POEMS, PICKED UP TRASH, AND GAVE THEIR OWN POEMS.   So here are some of the best photos from the festival. There are many more photos, and many more people who partook whose photos I did not take. Here was my M.O. : I stood about 20… Read More


A poem from Han Shan    I’ve lived out tens of thousands of years on cold Mountain. Given to the seasons, I vanished among forests and cascades, gazed into things so utterly themselves. No one ventures up into all these cliffs hidden forever in white mist and cloud. It’s just me, thin grass my sleeping… Read More


The first poem that was sold by a local Richmonder reenforced  my desire to use the heart sign.  This girl was about to tear out a poem from her book by one of my all-time  favorite poets, Jack Gilbert, but I asked her to write it out instead on a piece of paper: Married I… Read More


:   One of my favorite insects next to the scorpion is the spider. “Grandmother spider” my friend called this one that began to weave its evening web above our heads. She was huge, big as a silver dollar. Folk tales connect the spider with the alphabet, language, and poetry: she weaves her web and… Read More


  Without   the silence of nature within.   the power within the power   without.   the path is whatever passes–no end in itself.   the end is, grace–ease–   healing, not saving.   singing not saving   singing  the proof   the proof of the power within.   By, Gary Snyder    … Read More


  These Lucky two were able to buy the first poems made by other locals!     Here are the people who made the poems:     These two bought the first poem of the day by picking up cigarette butts and plastics. Then they wrote a poem together and sold it.   Below: She… Read More


Today was an amazing success! I am so thankful for all of these people and all of the poems that they contributed.   A local Richmond poet recited a poem from memory!  Some love for Whitman  Some more love for Whitman , and cleaner river for him too.    These guys made it work    … Read More


Tomorrow I am going to test out my prototype, but before I post that tomorrow, I thought I’d put up some of the first photos of Poetry for Trash when it started almost two years ago.          … Read More


This is the first station.  The heart is cut out from a wooden canvas given to me by my old neighbor, the hook holding the poems was left by an old roommate, and the plastic sleeve holding the poem was left in the room I moved into before the place I’m living in now. In the… Read More