poem “The Streetcorner at Dawn” 13 Aug 202215 Aug 2022 I am going to "sacrifice" the poem I wrote this morning and post it here, which means that I won't be able to offer to a journal or magazine, since…
Author post… Estivation…. 29 Aug 2021 The summer doldrums seem to be a cyclical affliction of the publishing world. Maybe it's because so many editors and staffers go on vacation, especially those work work on magazines…
Announcement… “The Air like Water” 7 Aug 2020 My poem, "The Air like Water," has just appeared in the Grey Sparrow literary journal. Cast your eyes on it at: Grey Sparrow: "The Air like Water" As usual, the…
Announcement… Live Virtual Reading 11 May 202011 May 2020 Live events being off the table for now, Rich Soos, editor at Cholla Needles, just set up a virtual table: he asked all the poets who have been featured lately…
Author post… Signs from Heaven 21 Mar 2020 One thing I love about our apartment is its windows. We are on the second floor, and our street is narrow and bordered mostly with older, graceful buildings. There's a…
Author post… The Tide 20 Aug 201820 Aug 2018 Another poem, because, well, writng poems is one thing humans do.... lazy ripples lap at tumbled rocks rising to the tidewrack of dead weeds then falling back, depleted and serene:…
Author post Boat Channel 18 Jun 201818 Jun 2018 Just another poem, this one in blank verse, for a change from the usual.... This bit of trapped Pacific, trammeled here by silt and broken stone: to the white hulls…
Author post River of Night 19 Mar 201819 Mar 2018 darkness surges from the east slow silent inexorable, while day grows timid and flows over the western horizon, diluting a glimmering sea — or so we say we who see the universe…
Author post Poetry Run 10 Feb 201810 Feb 2018 So one has to take a break from the prosaic now and then...my "vacation" has been a return to my roots in poetry. Normally this would be a dangerous thing,…
Author post Solstice 19 Dec 201719 Dec 2017 The latest in a series of poems in my new style, generally rummaging through existential despair and all that stuff.... forget the solstice it’s not a promise winter still waits,…
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