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Poem “Splintered Glass of Mind”
Splintered glass of mindShattered mineMemories like quicksilver slip from my thoughtsPlayfully dancing in pools of wordsIt dares to reflect, my painful gameSo to learn that which bringsA bit of cohesionMemory of meIt melds this mirror of my mindWhat is it that I own that is mineThat which wasThat which isThat which willNone shall beNor shall I recallMost when they think before they areThey smile or cry at the glimmer of pastMine is none to findVague hints of a life Splintered…
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Watermill Grimoire Project
In January of 2010, I was blessed to be selected by an internationally acclaimed group of artists including Robert Wilson for a residency at the Watermill Center. The New York Foundation for the Arts through the East End Arts Council provided me with a grant, which made the residency possible. To date I’ve posted a series of vignettes about the characters. The Watermill Center was also kind enough to create a video and photo gallery of the event which closed…
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Watermill Grimoire Video
The Watermill Center presented the work of the Spring season’s first artist-in-residence, the American writer Judah Mahay on January 30, 2010. Over the course of two weeks, with support from the East End Arts Council, Mahay created The Watermill Grimoire, a short fairy tale about artifacts from the Watermill Center. For the public showing of his work, Mahay lead a tour of the Center, read from his story and discussed the Watermill Collection’s objects that have inspired it. This video…
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Short Story “Gift of a Soul”
Alfred gingerly squeezed his granddaughter’s shoulder, a hollow assurance, he knew. “The hour is old and yet this wretched siege still bays its horn.” “When is it going to end, Grandpa?” “Soon I think.” “Really?” Elsa perked up with a bright smile, a contrast to the dark hour. “Do not let joy win your heart yet.” “Why?” “We are losing.” “Should we pray, Grandpa?” “It’s past the time for prayer.” “But, isn’t that what you do?”
