December 3, 2017
Book Title Author Scatterlings: Getting Claimed in the Age of Amnesia Martin Shaw A Branch from the Lightning Tree: Ecstatic Myth & the Grace in Wildness Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet Black Branch of Language A Story as Sharp as a Knife: The Classical Haida Mythtellers and Their World Robert Bringhurst The Tree of […]
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November 29, 2017
An excerpt from a forthcoming interview in OYA online magazine. Consider gathering with Tony Hoagland and Dr. Martin Shaw mid-Decemeber in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Details here. ….Many of us are lonely. And not because we need a new therapy, or mantra, or clever idea, we are lonely because we don’t speak to each […]
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November 21, 2017
THE KING AND QUEEN MUST WED THE LAND: Romanticism as Activism An Evening of Story and Poetry with Dr. Martin Shaw & Tony Hoagland Friday, December 15, 2017 7-9PM Myth insists that in each of us a great kingdom presides: filled with forests, remote castles, giants, witches, lovers, the dreams of the earth itself. To hear a story […]
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April 12, 2017
Present A poem by Ann Arbor written on June 1, 2016 during 42nd Annual Conference I’m here on the back deck made of rusty nails and weather beaten boards. Here where the chokecherry blossoms hold some small wasps in an opening dance. This is only the beginning of summer. The chestnut’s candelabra points in […]
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March 25, 2017
Workshop with Martin Shaw and Paul Kingsnorth We live in strange, shifting times. The impossible becomes normal every day, and those who are supposed to understand how the world works – media, pollsters, pundits – look as confused as anyone else. Old political battle lines are dissolving, and too often listening and talking are replaced […]
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March 18, 2017
How I Became a Tedious Eco-Poet A poem by Sam Mansfield Be joyful / though you have considered all the facts. – Wendell Berry It was after I considered all the facts It was because I love inconvenience It was when I read the phrase incompatible with a globally organized community It was after I […]
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January 18, 2017
On the Way Home from the Wildlife Sanctuary A poem by Dale Rosenkrantz You found no arrows in the rainy forest – Elizabeth McKim On the way home from the wildlife sanctuary I found you curled on the bottom of a cloud like hair stuck to […]
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December 14, 2016
And I Let the Fish Go A poem by Abbot Cuttler When certain emotions show up I find it is best to dismiss them as if they are careful vassals entering the court of my body, and I their lord. Of course they are not and, of course, it is I who bow to them, […]
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