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…
Announcement… “Six Poems” 7 Apr 20207 Apr 2020 Here we go: issue #41 of Cholla Needles magazine just came out, and it includes six of my recent poems, being: "To the Remembered" "Has to Be" "This Box of…
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 When Clichés Come to Life 20 Mar 202020 Mar 2020 Clichés are much derided in writing circles, and rightly so: they are a lazy way to express the character of a situation, and usually they have been heard so often…
Author post Local Poetry and a Cause for Optimism 24 Jan 2020 An odd and pleasing transaction: I had sent a short story to a magazine I found in one of the listings I use, and it was gently rejected the same…
Announcement Writing Coach 28 Jan 201928 Jan 2019 I'm setting up as a writing coach and consultant, to combine my love of literature and my skills at teaching...see my new (and not yet definitive) webpage for it here:…
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…
