• Deconstructed Landscape: upcoming solo show

    Deconstructed Landscape: upcoming solo show

    July 6-August 22, 2021

    Studio Place Arts
    201 North Main Street
    Barre, Vermont

  • Blue: solo show, Axel’s Gallery in Waterbury, VT Sept-Nov 2020

    Blue: solo show, Axel’s Gallery in Waterbury, VT Sept-Nov 2020

    The many moods of the color blue, its ability to convey a wide range of our emotions and desires.

  • New Book: This Far From Perfect

    New Book:  This Far From Perfect

    Out from Longleaf Press in April 2020, my second book of poems arrived. Available on Amazon.

  • Vermont Studio Residency August 2020

    Vermont Studio Residency August 2020

    A wonderful three weeks at Vermont Studio Center, August 2020

  • Show at Salaam, Montpelier, Vermont

    Showing new paintings in cold wax/oil and monoprints at Salaam until December 1, 2019.

    50 State Street
    Montpelier, Vermont 05602
    Open 10-6 M-Sat, 12-4 Sun

  • Vermont Studio Center Residency May/June 2019

    I was lucky to receive a grant to spent 4 weeks at VSC this spring. What a great experience to have time and space to experiment! And to be with wonderful artists and writers from all over the world. I'm looking forward to returning.

  • Author podcast: Superstition Review May 2017

    This podcast is a riff on my poem, Particles, Waves, Hello, Goodbye" published in Superstition Review in December 2015. The poem lies in the nether territory between narrative and philosophy---so, buckle up!


  • Upcoming show and reading at Vermont Technical College

    I'll be showing paintings at VTC's Harkness Library during April 2017 and will be doing a reading there as well to celebrate National Poetry Month.

    Stay tuned for details!


    When my friend calls to ask
    if I’ll be her husband’s

    second wife should the tests
    come back positive, I’m cutting

    up shallots and ginger for another
    soup my boyfriend’s kids

    won’t like, crunch the phone
    to my ear and keep

    chopping, even though she’s
    crying, “He can’t

    be alone---I know that. And you’d
    be good to my kids.” Outside my window

    sun picks through mountains
    wadded like laundry someone’s

    left in the hall. Spring
    won’t come. I won’t find

    work. The kids reminisce
    about dinners their real

    mom cooked better. The forecast
    is freezing rain and all kinds

    of ice. My friend says, “I know
    you’re living with that guy---I

    would understand if
    you couldn’t.” But I stir

    in barley and kale
    and I see our ghosts

    rising with the steam where
    one woman passes her life

    on to another who
    stands at the stove, waiting.

    Kate Fetherston c. 2012