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Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Catamaran Summer Issue Launch

 


A lovely launch last week, at San Francisco's Mechanics' Institute Library (and chess club), with readers from far-flung places joined for a few hours in heady words.




More soon . . .



Wednesday, July 15, 2026

Writing Spaces: Liber Floridus

 


Liber Floridus ("Book of Flowers") was one of the earliest and most famous medieval encyclopedias, compiled between 1090 and 1120 by Lambert, Canon of Saint-Omer.  Lambert wrote Liber Floridus in Latin, originally, and it was later translated into French as Le Livre fleurissant en fleurs.


 

image:  Leviathan, Liber Floridus

 


Tuesday, July 14, 2026

Writing Spaces: Writing Letters

 


“The act of writing itself is like an act of love.  There is contact.  There is exchange too.  We no longer know whether the words come out of the ink onto the page, or whether they emerge from the page itself where they were sleeping, the ink merely giving them colour.”
(Georges Rodenbach, The Bells of Bruges)

 

 

image:  E. Phillips Fox, The Letter



Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Writing Spaces

 


What might I not be drawn to write at this window?


image:  photographer unknown


Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Writing Spaces: Sit Now Very Quietly

 


Sit now

very quietly

in some lovely wild place,

and listen

to the silence.

 

And I say that this, too,

is a poem.

 

(Mary Oliver)



image:  artist unknown



Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Writing Spaces


 

image:  Christie Cochrell

             Collage pages with daguerreotype 
             digitized by Michael Shanks




Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Writing Spaces


I could surely write something sunny and heartfelt in this room today . . .
 


image:  Dome, Slatki dome



Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Writing Spaces: Days Written in Flowers

 


Days written in flowers—

optimism, fragility,

constancy, consolation,

bashfulness,

wisdom and even hope—

fingers stained 

with the bright-colored ink

of all they want to say

before it is too late,

the urgent messages

hands cup, consult, 

the oracles 

of filament, stamen, petal

flaring like Pythia's flame

in far Delphi.  Visited 

once, and ever held within.

 

 

(I liked to learn that those seeking the counsel of Apollo would offer laurel branches, money, and a black ram.)

 

 

 

image:  Old-fashioned Ladies and Gentlemen Too


Friday, November 28, 2025

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Thursday, July 10, 2025

Writing Spaces: Reading

 


Reading, like tracing

fossils, ancient marine life

in white chalk cliffs,

remains or impressions

of thoughts and dreams

cast into immutable form.

Like stone maybe, but

always giving, carrying

forwards and back.

Fluent in voice and time.

 

 

image:  Blanche-Augustine Camus, woman reading



Saturday, April 26, 2025

Writing Spaces: Spring Work

 



“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.”
― John Muir



image:  Christie Cochrell, Filoli



 

Tuesday, April 8, 2025

Sunday, April 6, 2025