Sisters
For years I didn’t like either one of you, felt I was returning the favor— the baby, an annoyance, an inconvenience, the one you dragged… Read More »Sisters
For years I didn’t like either one of you, felt I was returning the favor— the baby, an annoyance, an inconvenience, the one you dragged… Read More »Sisters
She looked at the clock. She was expecting him to come through the door at any moment. After all, it was getting close to 7:30… Read More »Date Night at the Half & Half: Rae-Ann (5)
Medusa, the marketeers paraded you up and down the red carpet snapping photographs to appear the next day on CNN and Entertainment Tonight, social media… Read More »Medusa
Cal Robert’s was either a genius or insane. But the general consensus was, “That boy’s crazy.”
A computer is the last place to look for the Holocaust.
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… Read More »Notes in the Margin: Poetry in the Information Age
All the best in this season of rekindled light. Here’s a review of my book that appeared in Poetry Flash. Thanks to Zara Raab. Poetry… Read More »Review of “Cutting Down the Last Tree…” in Poetry Flash
…of my book, Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island
I found the Sterlington, Louisiana Library, a new building only five years old, located a hop, skip and a jump away from where I now… Read More »M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Spinoza, My Significant Other, and Baking Soda.