I started to put words on lines
together at about 15. For years it seemed I wrote poems from
words. This changed when I was about 18 or 20 on a cold, clear
December night at a baseball field. I realized that everything
was speaking, enunciating. The stars were hard and clear and
I could hear the click of branches against each other like
antlers in a heard. This was a major shift for me: to see
language inherent in every thing. From then on the poem became
a process of listening, of detecting the inner pulse of language
present only in the state of the poem.
These were my beginnings with
poetry in Holyoke, MA. I was born there in 1948. From Holyoke
I began hitch hiking around New England at an early age. From
there I moved to Cape Cod and worked as a shell fisherman.
There were two years in Boson and then to Alaska for 6 years.
While living in the far north I made a six-month trip to India
and lived in a monastery. I returned to Alaska and left shortly
thereafter to live in California, New York and Massachusetts.
I now live in Northampton, MA with my wife Carla Bee and look
forward to completing two collections of poems in the coming