A few weekends ago was one of my favorites in a long time because it joined some of my favorite things in the world: poetry, fresh food, getting out of the city, and the beach. On Friday, I took the Long Island Railroad out to Hampton Bays to participate in a poetry retreat with Brooklyn Poets. Each day was packed with workshops and classes, time to sit by the pool on the most enormous deck I have ever walked on, lay on a towel by the green ocean watching surfers in wet suits mount the stacked…
