Showing posts with label Ox-Bow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ox-Bow. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Jack Ridl at Ox-Bow, Poetry and The Galapagos

I have studied with Jack Ridl at Ox-Bow an art colony near Saugatuk, Michigan.  It was enjoyable writing under a canopy and then wandering the sand dunes.  
Other poems I have written were inspired by visiting the Galapagos Islands.  
I have encountered boobies twice: on Little Cayman Island and on the Galapagos Islands.

On Little Cayman we could walk to the booby hatch.  This was the place where the boobies had a commune of sorts.  They were nesting in trees that stood in brackish water and they brought back fish they had caught in the sea in for their young.  We watched from shore as they dived into the sea and brought up fish.  They stored them in their gullets to bring back to their nests and if they were lucky they would not be attacked by the man of war or frigate birds that forced them to cough up their catch.  It was on Little Cayman that I learned the real meanings of “boobie hatch” and “cough it up” and the meaning of booby.

The same sort of thing was happening on the Galapagos Islands only a different sort of booby had evolved in these islands.  They had blue feet.  And we were fortunate to arrive during mating season.  The male would do a dance to impress the female lifting his beautiful blue feet to impress her.  This was so amazing that many years later I have made some watercolors of this event.

Shortly after we came home from the Galapagos, someone commissioned a series of Galapagos poems for a website that is no longer available so I have these in my book, The Wilderness Within.

The Wilderness Within and my other poetry books, Between Sweetwater and Sand and Sophia's Lost and Found are found on Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble and many other websites.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Square Dancing to Ox-Bow


Ox-Bow is an art colony near Saugatuk, Michigan.  It is not easy to get there from here and so I wrote this poem.  It will be published soon in a chapbook of my poems Between Sweetwater and Sand.


Square Dancing to Ox-Bow

The car radio plays a fiddle tune—
I’m taking a road I would never choose

Allemande left with your left hand
Now do si do and circle right
Chicken in the pan picking up dough
Pass that car; don’t be slow.

Round about drive to old Ox-Bow
Speed bump here—speed bump there
Can’t get to Heaven in a rocking chair.
The shortest distance to there is a square.

Go up the hill if you dare
Must back up—one narrow lane so
Finally arrived at old Ox-Bow
that smells of paint and clay and poems.

We climb tall dunes—dark narrow path
Through climax forest—circle left.
I see a deer--doe see doe!

Will I ever reach the top?

Excerpted from Between Sweetwater and Sand


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