The first sort of classic poem I ever memorized was To Althea From Prison by Lovelace, the cavalier.
In honor of your birthday, you brilliant, beautiful man. I won't get it exactly right, but this is how it sounds in my heart: We must not portray you in kings' robes, you drifting mist that brought for the morning, or take again from old paintboxes the same gold for scepter and crown that have … Continue reading On Rilke’s Birthday
Today I finished The Crying of Lot 49. There are a few recent posts here about the themes of communication, miracle, and entropy, and of the imagery of the muted horn. Also read today: "How to Hear a Stutter" by Adam Giannelli in the latest Kenyon Review. A few lines really stood out. I won't … Continue reading Post Horns, Everywhere, Unmuted
This piece was published maybe 10 years ago at a venue that no longer exists. When I first started publishing short fiction, there were many new, experimental web journals. Many of them were very good. Many good ones still exist, but many are, as David Thomas might say, now ghost-towns. This piece also appeared in … Continue reading I Love You When You’re Pretty
Dear Editors, Please find attached a salty poem about being frustrated in bookstores (but never with lit mags). Thank you for your consideration, Chris Cocca
Special thanks to editor Stephen Tomic for publishing this piece today at The Junction. Please click through to read. What I Recall from Patmos – The Junction – Medium
I've had a poem accepted at The Junction, a journal on the Medium platform founded and edited by Stephen M. Tomic. Look for it soon.