“Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.” – Alan Ginsberg

“There is a place to stand / where you can see so many lights / you forget you are one of them.” — Naomi Shihab Nye

“Death steals everything except our stories.” – Jim Harrison

The Spring Chap is Coming

In a few days, I’ll release a new chapbook of short stories, poetry, and other little unpublished oddments. The lineup is still being finalized, but will likely include… …some poems you probably don’t want to read on Valentine’s Day… …curdled, hurtful memories of heroin and voodoo… …brief snapshots stolen from a Greek hotel… …a long [...]

Now Available: The Winter Chap

For those of you who have been putting up with my little hints about the October Surprise, here’s the payoff. Leading up to Samhain — which marks the end of the harvest and the beginning of winter, of course — I’m pleased to announce that The Winter Chap is now available for purchase

Thin Rain…

Poetry is probably one of the few things that doesn’t typically get marginalized into genres. Sure, you have anthologies geared towards specific themes like Love/Romance or Nature but that seems fairly rare and certainly as artificial the literary classification that I’ve written about here from time to time. Edgar Allen Poe notwithstanding, Poetry seems to [...]

Auster’s Coy Mistress

Yesterday I finished reading Paul Auster’s The Invention of Solitude which contains “Portrait of an Invisible Man” which is a memoir about his father written during the time that Auster was clearing our his father’s house after his death. I was struck by a brief passage, near the end: Three days before he died, my [...]