This 100-word story/prose poem was written probably 10 years ago and published around that time at Tuesday Shorts. Tuesday Shorts was such an early journal of micro-fiction that it was actually hosted on MySpace. Before closing up shop, it moved to blogspot. The editors had been planning a print anthology, and this piece was to … Continue reading 100-Word Story: The Good Thief
There's nothing to say now to Eugene Victor Debs or William Jennings Bryan. No spring under iron wheels and no thaw in the concrete borders of compassion. No dispersing from the lock-step forms of ill-formed fear, fear of self, of other, fear of washing rain, revealing living oneness, fear of drowning in it. There's no … Continue reading Poem: The Birds
Like most necessary things, writing is hard. Communicating mental images or flashes of memory or triggering smells with tools that are, themselves, none of those things, takes work. Doing so in ways that makes sense not just to you but also to readers takes even more work. I submitted some things to a great journal … Continue reading Revising after Rejection: Re-Seeing, Re-Listening, Re-Hearing
I found this poem by accident one spring a few years ago. You should read it. Here.
Really good. Various places.
You know all about those strange synergies of the internet. Today, I was listening to The Horrible Crowes. Like a lot. For some reason that only makes sense the to the tubes and wires, quite a few folks found their way here today by searching for Kamau Brathwaite's visceral insight about Caribbean syntax : "the hurricane does … Continue reading Behold the Hurricane (and other Brathwaite and Brian Fallon jams)
Came across "Last Picnic" by Charles Simic at the Harvard Review Online this past spring. It's lovely.