For the calligrapher, words are always flesh.Read More
The spaded earth spurts in fury:
a geyser of yellow jackets torque
from their lair.Read More
If I’m to be serious about my music, or any art, I shouldn’t put it toward anything as problematic as God, but toward ambition, achievement: the only reliable gods.Read More
The kettle begins to sing
the one note of its one song.
The day becomes itself beyond
the glass of the kitchen window.
We’re the seeds our mothers have been planting. If
X marks the spot, let’s dig up the whole alphabet.
In the Avett Brothers, we share in life’s ups and downs even without blood kinship, and by offering one another redemption born of the generosity of forgiveness, the gift of collaboration, and the freedom to pursue our ideas, our musical family blossoms with creativity.Read More