A bird feeder dangles outside my kitchen window about a foot from the glass. Drinking coffee in the morning, I watch birds alight there. They have yellow throats, red beaks,
My short story, “How I Landed a Job” appears in the Winter Solstice issue of riverbabble in cooperation with Pandemonium Press joined by outstanding Bay Area writers Sharon Coleman, Jon
My public persona was shaping up, consorting on the Internet with food banks from Albuquerque to Zanzibar. If she was planning to make a living, believe me. I don’t know
(More from the Leftover Chef) My idea was to “create a brand” for myself, which is what my job club had advised. I could teach others how to get by
One afternoon before the close of the fiscal year I received a phone call. As a member of the union’s executive team, I guessed the phone call had something to
There always have been different “schools’ of poetry, Surrealists, Futurists, Modernists, PostModernists, Language poets. Where are the Technologists? Read my essay on the subject with references to poems by Nina