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Fraiku: Brood
Every 13 years poems dig themselves up — molting metaphors open mic drone (Found this little guy, legs up, twitching on the sidewalk. I took this shot after turning him over. Hope he gets laid and dies well.)
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When I Woke Up in Panoply
I am very proud to announce that a new poem of mine, When I Woke Up, has been published at Panoply. Many thanks to the editors Andrea, Clara, and Jeff for accepting my work.
Fraiku: Free the Press
Reporters are annoying but even noisy busybodies deserve to live and witness for World Press Freedom Day
Savor the Confluence
I’m proud to announce that one of my poems was included in the anthology Savor: Poems for the Tongue! by Friendly City Books. I haven’t received my contributor’s copy yet but it looks like a delicious collection of food poems. … Continue reading
Poet Trees
Some poets take the reader by the hand and guide them through the forest. Some poets blaze a well-marked trail but leave the reader to walk alone. Some poets climb the high branches and throw acorns at their readers. And … Continue reading
Elegy
You gave me my first telescope yet never felt the full shadow of a solar eclipse. But if you’d lived to a hundred and ten, one would’ve come to you, as I did, a pilgrimage to your grave in the … Continue reading
Dancing with the Stars
“You need chaos in your soulto give birth to a dancing star”~ Friedrich Nietzsche I’ve seen stars dance in my telescope— a slow sensual clutch around their barycenter, bound by attraction. I am exaggerating like a poet. They are not … Continue reading
Like a Tree in April
We hold deep conversations when you’re not around. I explain why I don’t enjoy Star Trek: Discovery and what could convince me there was a god. You’re the perfect companion always asking the right questions, never probing where I don’t … Continue reading
Fraiku: Campus
Listen the protestors, unkempt, thin and idealistic, they are usually right.
Seven Questions I ask all my muses
If you were a flower, what kind would you be? How would you feel if you received a bouquet of yourself? If you were a cloud, what shape would you be? How would you feel about meteorologists? If you were … Continue reading