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Constructing instruments, constructing music. When one arrives in Scapoli for the International Zampogna Festival, one must park ones car...

[Caption: " Once there was a little boy. And he went outside." --Harry Partch. ] The poetry of the mountains. Two short poems I wrote...

(and there are still snails) ...As I embark on my summer travels-- una vacanza di lavoro ('a working vacation') I explained to my friend...

Mountain music . As soon as we opened the car doors, we were engulfed by the smell of wild mint. We were setting out for a long trek in...

[Caption: Moonrise in Molise .] There are no clocks at the Museum . Time is not a valid currency here. Unlike the places most of us come...

After spending two weeks as an artist-in-residence at the Art Center Padula, I made my way to London, England for a brief interlude to...

I tiptoed gingerly around the garden, taking care to dodge the fallen figs from the tree outside the kitchen. Every couple of steps I...

A couple days of rain brought the temperature down a little to where it was comfortable to be out and about, moving around the town...

After departing from Battipaglia on the afternoon bus, and an hour or two driving through the Campanian countryside, in and out of...

Another adventure continues. [After eight months of neglecting this blog, I finally have the time and space--mentally, emotionally, and...

A short poem about waves or phantasms: ~~~ Dear Kind Reader, Today I turn thirty-four years old. In the English language the verb to turn...

Clay under feet. (And between toes). The site of Lago di Castel San Vincenzo (Lake of Castle Saint Vincent) is an enchanting one: the...

The sounds of the stones. In an effort to hear what the many hours of tracing and puzzling would glean, without the presence of actual...

More stones. More notes. While thinking about the time I spent at Pietrabbondante, staring at the stones found in the walls there, I...

Losing and renewing. The main purpose of my being in Italy is to be in residence at the Museum of Loss and Renewal in a little place...

Lots of rocks. Well, an abundance of. Pietra meaning rock or stone, and abbondante meaning abundance. Italian is quite a melodious...

A hunt to the treasure (an Italian "scavenger hunt"). The day after the Zampogna festival I made my way to a neighboring Molise village,...

Bears? Better in Nature! Yes, there are bears that inhabit the Molise mountains, although I have yet to encounter one on my daily hikes....

So many lifetimes in a few days. After watching the sunset over Nova Scotia, and the sunrise over Ireland, I landed in Italy. Once at the...

Before departure. This is my first blog post. On Friday I will be traveling to Italy for one month. I will be an artist in residence at...