I've been described as “a man in the woods with his head full of books, and a man in books with his head full of woods.” My affection for story, moreover, an affection derived in no small measure from men and women elders in New England, colors my poetry, just as a relish for the musical properties of the word colors my prose. A lifelong passion for the natural world tends to inform almost my every utterance, as does an affection and reverence for the men and women of a disappearing north-country culture, into which I settled over four decades ago, and which I hope as I can to sustain.
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