The older I get, the more I seek simplicity in everything — in taste, in food, in lifestyle, in relationships with friends and family.

I’ve become a virtual recluse as a result. Never the world’s most social guy, I have developed this shunning of contact that is leading me to odd places, usually alone.

The one exception to this yearning for simplicity seems to be in the subject matter of the poetry that I want to write these days. I am caught in some deep lust for complexity these days — trying to capture in extraordinarily simple language the nuances of human experience.

The key to this is the simple language. I need an instrument that’s easy to play, because the melodies that are coming will be hard to follow.

I don’t know where I’m heading anymore, but I know I can’t turn back

I used to blog here from time to time.

This has been a week from hell in so many ways I can’t begin to describe it. So I won’t.

It was redeemed, however, by an absolutely fun feature last night with Dawn Gabriel( ) at Hampshire College in Amherst, MA.

After an absolutely GREAT open mike with some truly outstanding poetry from the kids, Dawn and I did a split set that included TWO duets ( I know, this from the avowed hater of multi-voice work — but hey, you gotta take chances, right?) — we did Dawn’s great “Liturgy” and my ” As Slow As Possible”, and I think they went over well.

Gotta get back out there on Feb 22 to see Daphne G (we talked you up big to everyone, Ms. G).

More later…