• Poetry & Other Writing

    At The Inn, 2030

    Ten years ago, my buddy Richard La Rosa posted an online invitation to be part of a micro-fiction contest of 101 words (or less). Here was my entry—   At The Inn, 2030 The bar was filling up quickly with people escaping the rain. It had been a year now since we’d had sun, and drinking helped displace the fear. The WorldCorp Solar Project had failed for lack of rays; ditto most outdoor food crops. And the price of hydroponic food was exorbitant since we’d run out of easy oil. But basement beer hydro-farms were still cooking from stolen power, and nobody cared as long as we stayed off the…

  • Poetry & Other Writing

    Sixty

    My poem, Sixty, went live this week on “More Truly, More Strange, an Anthology of Poetry In Augmented Reality”. It’s a Snapchat-enabled project. Link, here. Here’s a written version: Sixty Standing in mist that autumn evening, waiting to go,  suddenly sixty snow geese overhead, a vast hushed company,  swirling clouds together. Muted wingbeats thrumming,  potent as a divination,  I could not leave them,  could not move as their wings brushed winds  upon my upturned face.   photograph: Snow Geese Flying by Ken Archer | Art.com

  • Poetry & Other Writing

    I’m in “The 64 Best Poets of 2018”

    Two of my poems were chosen for inclusion in Black Mountain Press’ “The 64 Best Poets of 2018” international collection. I owe a profound debt of gratitude to poet Bruce Beasley for working with me on these poems, part of a manuscript that is currently out to publishers. Solicitation Come now. Pull me into you as wind lures leaves into a vortex, reeling. My skin remembers fingers trailing and the touch of someone’s tongue. If you push your breath across my wrists, I’ll feel your most sacrificial secrets brush me. Betrayal and devotion, both. I will allow your breathing message to be borne to me the way a tiger carries…