Category Archives: Ephemera
Wine and Chocolate
Last night was the launch party for my latest poetry collection, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, and rather than me reading from my book, I asked my friends to read their favorite poems from my book. I was worried that it would … Continue reading
Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary… I have paid my respects at the grave of Edgar Allan Poe and while I would have preferred to visit at midnight after a long night drinking wine, … Continue reading
Happy Armistice Day!
We should call this Armistice Day. Let’s celebrate the day the guns fell silent instead of the men and women who have been fooled into sacrificing their bodies and minds for the ambitions of petty men and the profits of … Continue reading
Little Monster Girl
When I should be writing, of my favorite procrastination techniques is to read Little Monster Girl, a delightfully surreal and definitely not-safe-for-work web comic by Jennifer Paetsch. I enjoy it enough that when Miss Paetsch requested donations, I thought I’d … Continue reading
FIFA Corruption and the Carolina RailHawks
It was just about a year ago that I left for a month long vacation to Brazil for the World Cup so my long term readers know that I’m a big fan. I’m also cynical enough that I was not … Continue reading
Mockingbird
Tomorrow night I’ll be reading some of my poetry at the Raleigh Review’s First Friday Open Mic. I’ll read my poem that’s currently riding the bus and a few others, maybe even some of these poems-a-day. For today’s prompt, write … Continue reading
Old Eno Quaker Burial Ground
In the latter half of 18th and the early 19th century here in Hillsborough, North Carolina, there was a small Quaker meeting, and like most congregations of the time, the Eno Quaker Meeting had a burial ground. Around the time … Continue reading
Kwansaba
Happy New Year, dear readers! Yesterday I wrote my first Kwansaba based on Living Poetry’s Monday poetry prompt. Try writing a kwansaba. A kwansaba is a poetic form invented by Eugene Redmond that contains seven lines of seven words, with each word containing not … Continue reading
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Happy Solstice, dear readers! On this most ancient and most human holiday, the sun in the Piedmont set very close to the moment of the Solstice. But don’t worry, I lit a candle on my desk so I’m sure the … Continue reading
Book Sale!
Earlier today I indulged my bibliophilia and visited the Chapel Hill Public Library book sale, taking home a nice haul of titles for a mere $12.50. I picked out three modern poetry anthologies because they were from three different generations, … Continue reading
