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On June 10th, I will be appearing on Radio Hotline with Dennis Price along with 3 poets from the 30 for 30 Project – Joanna Chen, Doritt Carroll and Carrie Teresa Maison. The show airs at 9 PM EST. Local … Continue reading →

Marianne Szlyk’s “All About Rosie” has been voted the most popular poem in the 30 for 30 series that ran during April. Congratulations Marianne! Marianne will receive a signed copy of my chapbook Oranges From Palestine (Mardi Gras Press, 1996) … Continue reading →

Please review the poems that were posted in April and vote for your favorite. To see all the poems, click on the April 2014 link under Archives. You can then scroll down and click on each poem. When you get … Continue reading →

National Poetry Month has come to an end for 2014 but the poetry lives on. It has been an interesting and fun month for me, with the 30 for 30 Project providing me daily poetic sustenance. A poem a day … Continue reading →

The Arrival of Griselda THE NIGHT was fine and fair, the comely young Griselda fairer still, who charmed all dark Despair within my heart to ashes. Drink, It served to douse the flame, the flame of thought That slow ingested … Continue reading →

FOR THE FIREBIRD GENERATION We are the bright red firebirds of the millennium we set ourselves ablaze to light the dark places, sharp-edged and difficult to touch places. We drive our cars half smoked cig in hand off the edge … Continue reading →

Untitled My mother never dreams at night But breathes instead through purple lips Sucking air into dark, withered sacs. Like the last runner, dogging on, Her bulging eyes fix on the tattered yellow tape. She will not give up: to … Continue reading →

The Twa Sisters There was twa sisters in a bowr, Edinburgh, Edinburgh There was twa sisters in a bowr, Stirling for ay There was twa sisters in a bowr, There came a knight to be their wooer. He courted the … Continue reading →

Intro to Poetry In the beginning I’ll tell you how the Sun rose — The lies I could tell Of Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit; Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Of bodies chang’d … Continue reading →

Vertigo Plates on the end of a pole. Bathtub eddies. Vinyl records. Tornadoes. These are all things that spin. The ballerina spins tightly timed turns and at a precise point in the arc, her head turns too. Snaps around. Oh … Continue reading →