Category Archives: At the Glen

Each summer, IMAGE journal sponsors a week-long workshop in Santa Fe. Focusing on the intersection of arts and faith, the week is dedicated to honing our craft.

2011 Glen Workshop: My Painting

This year at the Glen Workshop, I stretched my brain and tried painting. Here’s my process.

2009 Glen Workshop: Day 7

Day 7 dawned bright and early and with a few butterflies in the tummy as I headed off to have my poems critiqued. We ended up working on the ghost story and the robin–both works that were in need of revising. It appears that my more imagist tendencies were less successful than my narrative inclinations.

2009 Glen Workshop: Day 6

After a restful (very late) day, it’s back to action. The morning workshop was back to its by-now expected energy and support. In the afternoon, Bob and I headed out to Arroyo Chamisos DGC for a round of disc golf. After a rough start, I pulled it together and shot a -4. The key: put

2009 Glen Workshop: Free Day

Without a car, I had no plans for free day. However, as often happens at the Glen, a wave of communal energy swept me up into a group headed to the International Folk Art Museum on Museum Hill. Since the museum doesn’t allow pics inside the galleries, there’s no images to share. I can say

2009 Glen Workshop: Day 4

Today was definitely overload day. After another energetic and fulfilling morning of workshopping, I ended lunch by having a long conversation with the workshop leader, Marilyn Nelson. In the afternoon, I imbibed the bracing words of Barry Moser who, among other things, challenged us to give up the label “artist” and refer to ourselves by

2009 Glen Workshop: Day 3

Into the groove. More workshopping. (this is a clapping group. rather odd.) More reading. Heard Valerie Sayers read a fantastic story about baseball. Ate more food. Pondered the reasons why God sends people to talk to me whom He knows annoy me. Continued work on combover poem. It’s very late, and my brain is now

2009 Glen Workshop: Day 2

“Poets make the best killers.” At least, that’s what Marilyn Nelson reported Tom Clancy saying in a workshop she had with him. Not sure what he meant by that, but it was an interesting comment on the first day of work on poems. We spent some good time on William Meredith’s “Jain Bird Hospital in

2009 Glen Workshop: Day 1

Year 7 of Todd’s Glen experience. Had an uneventful travel day. The relationships built up over the past six years means that the first day is not the terrifying wandering about amidst strangers but rather it is a delightful discovery of which friends have been able to make it back. At the opening remarks, it

Grendel’s Testimony: John Gardner’s Beowulf appendix

One evil deed missed is a loss for all eternity. –Grendel Before Wicked turned Oz on it’s head and explored the life and times of the West’s wickedest witch, there was John Gardner’s Grendel. The 1971 novel by America’s moral fictionist delves into the mind and life of English literature’s earliest monster. It’s not an

Glen 2008: Day 5

Back to the oars today after a late night. Coffee and good poetry soon put all to rights, and we were working through Bob’s poems. Right good ‘uns, too. Later there was an interesting poem from Allen featuring a peregrine attacking a sparrow. I must say, referring to none I shall name, that I for