SHANNON CRONIN

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their...

1. Riding a Rogue Wave This summer, in Philly, I fell in with the wrong sort. Criminals, nearly a dozen of them, rogues and scoundrels...

Part One: Summer Postcard Up in Vermont this summer, at the foot of Ascutney, in the forest where I always go, I arrived to the cabin...

That year, that summer, that vacation we played out there in the cottonwood-- we were young; we had to be brave. Far out on those limbs...

Possibility Here's a poem by a favorite hermit role model. She DWELLS where I have thus far only managed day trips. Maybe I'll move there...

The summer was so much away that I nearly forgot who or where I was. Now, things are settling back into place in Philadelphia. Kids back...

Spring again, and this one feels like more so than ever. Travelling north, then south again as the seasons turned heightened the...

What I am trying to get across is that material is a means of communication. That listening to it, not dominating it makes us truly...

This summer--despite everything--I was able to again abscond with my paints and step into the quiet. This time for solitude and...

It is a relief to make a different kind of sense--visual sense. One must think, of course, but it is an entirely different kind of...

There's somethin' happenin' somewhere Baby, I just know there is. --The Boss Courting some new creative mentors here. Prominently, the...

Greetings from another Summer of Adventure!