I planted wildflowers in my yard. I know that sounds stupid. Wildflowers are supposed to be wild. I don't check them everyday, even though I know that botany, or whatever it is I'm doing, is not like physics. Plants don't mind being observed, they don't hide their position or speed. But still, there's uncertainty. It … Continue reading We Belong Among the Wildflowers
I have been weaning off of social media. Yesterday, I deleted my Twitter account entirely. I've decided to be far less active on Facebook, except for sharing things with people who might be interested. The Feed is was gets me. It's too much. It's too much all at once. I gave it a shot. I … Continue reading Why I’m Leaving Facebook, or, Weaning off The Feed (and Watching Finches)
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
It has been raining for a near-biblical period of time in Pennsylvania. Maybe not forty days, but certainly six. This morning the sun is shining and it looks again like May. Today I will mow the lawn and pull some weeds. If I have (make) time, I'll do some writing and revising, which is also … Continue reading The Best Songs About Rain
One of the hardest things about writing poetry is not being too precious about it. I try to strike all the preciousness away. And then I read the newest mags and journals or html broadsides, and find amazing work, and many precious lines I'd probably strike. The word amazing is, itself, a little precious. A … Continue reading Precious (Amazing)
Here's a new piece by Jon Marcus: How cursive, which carries social and cognitive benefits, became the latest fetish of the analogue authenticity set Source: The Return of Handwriting – Member Feature Stories – Medium I'm not the I-told-you-so type, but, I mean, I totally did: Penmanship, the Engine of Democracy!
Obama will close Gitmo but will hold enemy combatants indefinitely without trial on the mainland. Semantics must be justice. There are pictures of Pelosi toasting Cheney and Shepard Fairey laughing, obey, obey, obey, obey the giants and their posses. I was a kid in the 80’s.