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Monthly Archives: October 2013
Tightrope
Just a reminder that the Wednesday Night Regular launch party is one week from tonight. I’ll be signing books and reading a few poems. Here’s another one from the book. Tightrope One glass and I feel fog glow on my … Continue reading
Elbridge Gerry
Usually these visits are solitary affairs. Me, a lone freak, walking amongst the old moss covered graves then suddenly smiling and pulling out a disposable camera and taking a few shots before sauntering off. This time, however, one of my … Continue reading
Posted in Dead Presidents
Tagged Congressional Cemetery, Elbridge Gerry, Washington DC
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Fountains in the Desert
(I’ve traveled to a conference for my day job. Can you guess where?) Fountains in the Desert So much water pushed over intentional rocks I could forget this is a desert Where mist drifting over lost asphalt Imbues my skin … Continue reading
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NC Fetish Art Festival Tomorrow
Just a reminder to my Triangular friends that I’ll be reading my dominatrix poem, Gifts of Flesh, tomorrow at the 5th Annual North Carolina Fetish Art Festival. Doors open at 8pm. Hope to see you there!
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Wednesday Night Regular Press Release
Enjoy this press release written by my favorite publicist. I hope to see you all at the launch party in three weeks. Expect a Facebook event soon.
Glen A. Davis & Edna N. Littrick
Glen A Davis Edna Nowlan Littrick Birth 5 November 1891 Marion, Indiana 6 March 1893 Hancock County, Ohio Marriage 24 December 1911, Grant County, Indiana Death 31 July 1958 Marion, Indiana 1 February 1949 Marion, Indiana The following is a … Continue reading
2013 April Poem-A-Day Challenge
Six months ago we were in the middle of April, National Poetry Month, and for me that means writing a poem a day based on prompts from Robert Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog. I just learned that the poem I wrote … Continue reading
Wednesday Night Regular!
I am very proud and relieved to announce that my first poetry book, Wednesday Night Regular, is now available at Lulu.com for $9.95, just click on the cover. It’s been more than two years since I wrote my first poem … Continue reading
James Madison
(Originally visited 23 June 1999 & 11 October 2006) The first time I paid my respects at Madison’s grave came at the end of an eventful dead presidential day. I was visiting my parents in Williamsburg and we took a … Continue reading
Wallace Stevens
from his book Opus Posthumous: “After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life’s redemption.”
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