My Poetry Manuscript Is Complete!
One could be forgiven for asking what poetry, with its self-indulgence, its insistence on image and metaphor, can do for the real world of blood and bruises, the harsh dirt with which we bury the newly dead. In his poem In […]
Ode to My Favorite Poetry Podcast, Now Featuring a Car Commercial
I’ve come to take for granted so much–billboards and product
placements, sponsored posts disguised as honest-to-goodness
journalism, apps making me the product I can search and…
I Fear Nothing More Than Wasting Time
I’ll be brief, for we are both busy
and the calendar Gods have laid waste to
that idyllic peace which, if we’re honest,
is as foreign to our forebears as to us.
You Tell a Story to Prove We’re Doomed
But the thing
about the apologue
of the frog in boiling water
is that it’s scientifically false
Self-Care
“Surveillance capitalism unilaterally claims human experience as free raw material for translation into behavioral data.” – Shoshana Zuboff If no one but me profits from this walk in the woods, what does it say that I’m no good at making […]
Puzzle
The rain falls like puzzle pieces
dumped from a satin bag in the
sky. Excited, my son turns each
droplet in his hands…
Terns carry no pass- port, respect no borders, write long-titled haiku – Read The Family-Separation Files here
Life: A Villanelle
I play the saddest song I can find,
for it is sadness that keeps me alive
though I am weak and oft unkind.
In Praise of the Two Jehovah’s Witnesses at the Camarillo Train Station
I am no less a propagandist than you. I understand the impulse to
spend hours at a sleepy train station for the chance to…