Tamsin’s poem “Imaginary Landscape” is featured in a new collection Lightening Strikes, along with former U.S. Poet Laureates Billy Collins, Robert Haas, and Richard Blanco, and Bay Area luminaries Bill Berkson, Peter Coyote, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and Jack Hirschman, 18 poets were paired with 18 painters, who produced unique visual responses to the verse. The opening reception with poetry readings is December 12th.

2015-12-08T10:29:48+00:00 December 8th, 2015|


All hail You people with the cleverer hands, our supplanters In the beautiful country; enjoy her a season, her beauty, and come down And be supplanted; for you also are human. excerpt from Robinson Jeffers “Hands Each summer, the Aspen Institute gathers its network of entrepreneurial leaders from 13 different geographical regions across the globe around a topic designed to spark values-driven action. This year, we convene with “Collaboration” as our inspiration. Collaboration is the very real driver of enterprise accomplishment. Everything from designing Apps to developing vaccines relies on team effort, regardless of how engaged and innovative the founder or lead scientist happens to be. Digging deeper, however, success depends on the technological and clinical insights — plus the revelatory mistakes — of prior generations. We have such basics as the discovery of static electricity (600 BC) and cell biology (1665), as well as the brilliance of those who carried these early insights forward in the 18th Century, to thank for both the sharing economy and polio eradication. (Click "Read More")

2015-07-22T16:02:14+00:00 July 22nd, 2015|


I have mixed feelings about what is surfacing on my Facebook feed this week. I don’t want to turn away from what is there, nor from what is absent. I know that digital display doesn’t render emotion inauthentic; for many it is a vibrant, immediate, healthy mode of communication. Yet, I don’t trust myself to post any update that would not ring as tragically thin in the face of news that nine human beings have been gunned down in a Charleston church. So I’m stepping back to write this, taking more time to think all of the news items in recent memory and throughout history that have left me wishing I could move somewhere beyond speechlessly sad. It is an ancient, timeless, present ache, this constant drumbeat of man’s inhumanity to man.... (Click "Read More")

2015-06-21T23:39:37+00:00 June 21st, 2015|


I wonder why we come again and again to these places where footpaths suddenly end.  excerpt “Chasms” by Radcliffe Squires Honest poems invite return again and again. They beckon sly surrender to the unknown, each in their own fashion. And, as if by tribal rule, one can never enter the same poem the same way twice.  Sometimes the tugging lure of a particular verse can be traced to a single line — one that vibrates with incandescent clarity upon first reading, but seduces with hazy opacity at second approach. Sometimes a melodic pattern of word play seems to strikes a sacred chord, but later echoes with deceptive cadence. Once the listener begins to inhabit a poem’s rooms, mysteries of a more intimate nature begin to reveal themselves. For this is the beauty and grandeur of poetry. The chasm charms with the loveliness of unfinished ideas, the shape-shifting enticement to look beyond the finite... (Click "Read More")

2015-03-22T17:06:47+00:00 March 22nd, 2015|