David Budbill.

by David BudbillWhy doesn't Vermont just annex itself to Canada and get it over with? I cried my entire way through the ice dancing competition during the Olympics. I was rooting for the Canadian pair, although I loved Meryl Davis and Charlie White also. And I was also rooting for the--dare I say it out loud?--the Canadian hockey team. When I started writing this, Canadians … [Read more...] about An Annexation Idea.

by David BudbillForty years ago I had an urge to go away from the world, retreat, into the mountains. At that time I had no idea this kind of thing was a part of an ancient tradition. I knew nothing about Taoist Chinese hermits; I'd never read a single ancient Chinese poem.  All I knew was: I couldn't stand where or who I was anymore. I was only twenty-nine. Yet … [Read more...] about Forty Years Ago.

by David Budbill   WAYNE             I'm worried. I'm worried about my stomach. I've got these pains       in my stomach, and then up a little . . . up a lot. It's there             all the time. It … [Read more...] about Three for EAP.

by David Budbill, Mountain Recluse PoetIt's a kick, totally different from what I usually do day in and day out. But if I had to live my life the way William Parker and Hamid Drake live theirs, I'd go stark raving mad in a month. On the other hand, to be able to spend a week or so a year on the road with these incredible musicians is a joy beyond description. The first … [Read more...] about What It’s Like for a Mountain Recluse Poet to Work and Travel with a Couple of Jazz Musicians

by David BudbillThe woman is naked and stepping into the tub,half of her has already disappeared behind the shower curtain.The man is standing at the sink in his underpants shaving.The child is sitting on the toilet peeing, her pants and underpants down around her ankles.Her feet don't quite touch the floor.The three of them are visiting about some of the kidsin the … [Read more...] about Three Particular Instances of the Universal Soul