I/me/himself/we live near Rochester, NY, in a cute little Tudor/Cape Cod/boxy house on a sharp curve, and have lost two mailboxes to winter skids.
I recently retired from 27 years of teaching English to young adults in the International Baccalaureate program at Hilton High School, where I’ve also taught Creative Writing, Journalism, and Drama. In addition, I have led writing classes for adults and young people at Writers & Books, Rochester’s literary arts center. Before Hilton I taught at the Fountain Valley School in Colorado, the Kildonan School in Amenia, NY, and a couple of other schools. This is the first time since college I’ve not been an English teacher.
Midway through my life I received my MFA in Poetry in 2004 from the Warren Wilson College MFA Program for Writers, and enjoyed a residency at Jentel Arts in 2005. Since then, I have been grinding away at what I learned in both places about writing and self-discipline. Also of help was time at the Heartwork Institute, Rochester Zen Center, Endless Path Zendo, my own cushion, and the woods.
Since 1988, I have shared my life and love with Leah Ruekberg, a massage therapist, storyteller, writer, and teacher. As I write in “Cardinal,” a poem in Hour of the Green Light, “My wife likes to say we’re a bundle of contradictions. She’s up early, I’m up late. She’s A, I’m O. She believes in God but not eternal life, I pray for the opposite.” Nevertheless, we share a love of reading, writing, gardening, cooking, and contemplation — and of our son, Brian, and his family.
My first book of poetry, Where Is the River Called Pishon?, was published by Kelsay Books in August, 2018. I am currently seeking publication of a second manuscript, Hour of the Green Light, which was semi-finalist in the 18th Annual Elixir Press Poetry Award.
For a partial list of publications, see Poems.
“Earth 17.” Quilt by Janet Schultz, Flagstaff, AZ. (Email available on request.)
Author photo by Tonya Kostenko.