A Father’s Love (or in this case, My Daughter’s Love)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? I apologize for my lack of activity on The Deepening Ground recently. Over the last two weeks, I’ve spent little time nurturing my poetic soul. Rather I’ve finished the flooring in our addition, ripped sixteen foot boards with a friend for the trim, and finished work on myContinue reading “A Father’s Love (or in this case, My Daughter’s Love)”

That Awkward Silence

As promised, the Japanese Tanka on Silence, in honor of every awkward waiting-room-train-platform moment, and the gap between my posts, that measures the audible space between humans. Silence Vincent H. Anastasi 2015 This silence is raw,like the skinned elbow of Time,and you and I sitimmutable and awkward:two columns of decorum.

Choosing to Live: Enlightened Contentment

“It is the time’s discipline to think of the death of all living, and yet live.” Wendell Berry, “A Discipline” Into a third late night of balancing the demands of being an educator, a cooperating teacher, a husband, a father, a son, a home remodeler, and a writer, I offer this gentle reminder to live.Continue reading “Choosing to Live: Enlightened Contentment”

Art’s Deepening Place: A Reflection on Sarah Oppenheimer’s “610-3356”

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” Leonardo da Vinci My thanks to Jack Warner, former colleague and cooperating teacher, for introducing me to one of Pittsburgh’s hidden gems, The Mattress Factory Art Museum. Since that initial visit almost twenty years ago, I’veContinue reading “Art’s Deepening Place: A Reflection on Sarah Oppenheimer’s “610-3356””