This is a portrait of the much younger writer and artist Ricker Winsor by Austrian painter Alex Rutsch (RIP).
It’s a spark, the spark of life, catching something, stopping time.That is what photography is, what it can do.I selected pictures for this book that caught something fleeting, important.Nobody did that better thanHenri Cartier-Bresson and so I humblydedicate my book to him. Take a look at my other books on my Author Page at Amazon.comhttps://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00GU143TWMy…Keep reading
The writer and activist, Grace Paley (RIP) was someone much admired by almost everyone in the progressive/left community. We knew her in Vermont and one day a group of us were rehashing the tribulations of the peace and freedom movements of the sixties. In response to something she said, I replied, “I am too…Keep reading
Thomas Merton, in one of his many books, said something to the effect that, “Monks are like tall trees in the forest, silently purifying the air.” The life of the contemplative centers on quiet purification through prayer. Among the many Zen practitioners of China and Japan, the ones we know about wrote poems…Keep reading
from Ricker Winsor’s book Pakuwon City Muslims fast during Ramadan. For a month between sun up and sun down, no water, no food. Caddies pass out on the golf course or quit after nine holes. Some don’t fast and pretend to do so. Some fast quietly. Some swoon dramatically. For the ruling class this Muslim…Keep reading
There are strong currents underneath the great flow of history, currents that follow their own direction even as they are carried along. It is the counter culture, going against the flow. I suppose I started early with my questions about it all. I was looking for something beyond the comfortable…Keep reading
What are we doing here in this life anyway? For a lot of people, a six pack of beer and a football game answer that question very nicely. For others it’s family, grandchildren, and community. To be an artist is to not be satisfied by those happy ways. To be an artist is…Keep reading
Mud Flat Press has published my first poetry collection, Tik Tok, thirty six poems and thirty two ink drawings done with reed pens and brushes. My relationship to poetry began with an epiphany in 1973. Only poetry spoke to me during the intensity of that experience. I had left New York, Brooklyn, and started life…Keep reading
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