And here is an old post about the beautiful Catskill Mountain area, where we visit every summer. This is my brother and my son watching a thunderstorm move through the Hudson Valley.
But I also love New York because unlike some places, the Empire State has a poet laureate.
Jean Valentine has taught at several New York colleges, universities and wonderful writing programs. She's a Guggenheim Fellowship winner. I've enjoyed reading her short, evocative poems during this visit. Valentine doesn't explicate her images, so you have to sit with them and savor the taste.
The white pine
the deer coming closer
in my bowl
—where did she go
when I brushed her out?
—where does it go?
The rest of the poem is at the Poetry Foundation.
Speaking of savoring tastes, if you're not doing anything in September, head to New York for the Hudson Valley Garlic Festival. I wonder whether they'll have any of that black garlic the foodies are hot for lately.
We're driving back down the East Coast to North Carolina next on our National Poetry Month tour. Want to know why it's called the Tar Heel State? Read this!