Month: September 2013

Let’s start with the temple, where I last left off. We call it “the temple” because it’s not like any of us artists, nor the town of Marquette, nor the Art Farm for that matter, has any other temples. The temple has and will be the site of many  magical events. The temple is where this poet’s […]

Whew! I’m no longer at the temple. But I should start from the temple. Because my life changed under those Nebraska skies, and since I helped put the final touches on the ring that binds that temple that stands for building a home inside oneself, I’ve traveled 3,000 miles in my trusty ’03 Civic (2,743 to […]