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This will be my 10th year of participating in NaPoMo. I’m joining the group I’ve published daily poems with in April for the past few years. Like most participants, I doubt if I will write a new poem each of … Continue reading →

Before World Now the earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep.  —Genesis 1:2 Birds don’t sing. Jazz don’t swing. Bees don’t hive. Men don’t jive. Life swims before it flies. Life crawls before … Continue reading →

“It’s Saturday. I’m just trying to reclaim my bearings after a week that divulged how much I need Saturday to take my bearings back.” All day yesterday I was feeling listless, unmoored. I’m in such a different head-space during my work … Continue reading →

  To a woman I might have loved I raised my hand to my forehead, scanning— (I don’t know what for, was it fever or despair?) hearing my father had died, unable to reach his body before its burial I … Continue reading →

I missed blogging last Sunday, which was the day following the 3-day whirlwind of AWP. By Sunday I was sick with a cold and fever and exhaustion. That was also the day I drove from Tampa to Miami to visit … Continue reading →

  Consolation Imagine the crawl from sight to sightlessness. Even in dreams you wear bifocals. Imagine not knowing your grandson’s name, or being lost in a word-salad thicket of sinister trees. Imagine lying on your death bed, palms cupped in … Continue reading →

I just did a second round of corrections for slight faith, which will be published on May 1st.  I’m looking through these poems, and somehow, I can’t believe I wrote them, or maybe I just don’t remember the actual writing of … Continue reading →

Twenty Years of Dead —for Jon (1956-1993) There’s not a lot of love that isn’t brutal, but we had our East Village dives that didn’t open for Sunday liquid-brunch until 1 pm and Monday nights at the G&L Community Center … Continue reading →

I spent last week away from home, on a writing retreat in northern California. On Friday, I drove from Petaluna CA where I had lunch with a friend, to Medford Oregon and yesterday, I met up with another friend in … Continue reading →

  Nostalgia is an illness you might die of Last winter I lit a candle, placed it in the window to guide the night birds to me so I could sleep. Morning now. I face a slice of pink sky … Continue reading →