The poet Mary Kellogg came over this afternoon so I could take some photo of her to send to O Magazine, which is thinking about a fashion spread and story on “Poets On The Rise.” Mary has published two successful and popular books of poetry, “My Place On Earth,” and “Whistling Woman.” I met Mary five years ago and she told me that she had been writing poetry since she was eleven years old, but had never shown it to anyone. She showed it to Maria and I and she is now at work on her third volume. Mary is a beautiful and radiant and gifted person.

She will be 81 in a few months, runs her own 30-acre farm not far away and always looks a bit puzzled if anyone ever asks her if she needs any help. Not yet, she says. There may come a day, but not yet. If such a day does come, Mary will handle it as gracefully as she handles life.

Publishing her poems was one of the good moves in my life, and now O Magazine is sniffing around to consider Mary for its photo spread on up and coming poets. Hope she makes it. Mary is a poet on the rise if I have ever met one, and a constant inspiration for me and for Maria. The sun cooperated and Mary, as always, looked great.