Christopher Bowen's Blog, page 3
April 5, 2020
A Gift to Exist
Love this video.
February 19, 2020
Reading Events for 2020 & People Holding
New fiction last month in People Holding alongside some other great authors, including friends Nancy Stohlman and Len Kuntz. I’ll be reading in June for the Digging Through reading series in NYC at KGB bar. It’s a venue I’ve wanted to visit for some time and will be great to finally meet the organizer and...
February 12, 2020
January 8, 2020
‘All At Once I Knew I Was Not Magnificent,’ Justin Vernon & My Writing Music
halloween that Christmas dawn In Justin Vernon’s lyrics, there are hallmarks to the holidays. So often he cites religious Christian themes throughout his stanzas. From his song “Heavenly Father” to even his stanza it harms me like a lamb from “00000 Million,” Vernon’s religious and spiritual upbringing resonates from the small Wisconsin cabin he called...
December 6, 2019
Untitled 39
The year I turned thirty-nine, my father told me to get life insurance and I moved out of state. I was in my first semester of online college for my bachelor’s degree and took an hourly chef job at a college in Denver, far from the salary position I had come from in Pennsylvania. We...
November 25, 2019
Egress
e·gress/noun the action of going out of or leaving a place. My grandmother lay in what would become her deathbed, nodding on and off, as we hit the chapter of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass called ‘Drumtaps.’ I had gotten the book of poetry from a Barnes & Noble years prior for five...
November 22, 2019
Perro
I Speak Spanish from the Tops of Pyramids Miguel speaks Spanish and I speak Spanish and Miguel has no idea I do. He lays block while I bring block and still he has no idea, calling me a ‘perro.’ He laughs and jokes with the other migrant workers. But I speak Spanish from the tops...
September 29, 2019
Moving On…
Ah, I’m moving tomorrow again. I think it takes two hands to count the places I’ve been in the last ten or twenty years. But I’m really happy for this move and for the most part many of the other ones. It’s just across town, but I really think this is a catalyst for good...
September 8, 2019
August 14, 2019
Grand Lake Retreat
Five days here. And last retreat of the year. Respite, renewal—homage—I’m writing this from the chapel room where they do morning yoga classes between the stained glass windows, piano and woodwork. I need to shape some my personal and writing goals and set standards for throughout the year. I have my backpack of books and...
