Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Be Still My Heartbeat


My poem "Flotation Device" is in the April edition of Heartbeat. Oddly enough a poem by a poet named Vincent Bottom is below me. Soak it in!

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Super Tuesday Prayer




Come bring in the results, Super Tuesday bless us
With data, every single point and poll,
Help us color in the map, so we may know
Where our friends and enemies lie across the land,
Those towns and counties filled
With patriots and likewise political geniuses,
As well as the gulches and gullies
Populated by the cretins who can only use
Their opposable thumbs to oppose a righteous cause
But most of all, Super Tuesday, help us know
What desires and dreams are out there
In a country we have only heard rumors from,
Trade in every empty white space for blue and red,
And please, refrain from confusing us with any purple
Or results which bring no conclusion,
Just the cliffhanger of things being too close to call.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

A Story about a Chicken Foot, and Nothing but a Chicken Foot


Finally another short story. This one's called The Chicken Foot. The genesis of this one started with a lecture by William S. Burroughs I listened to a couple years ago. During a lecture to a writing class, Burroughs discussed the Monkey's Paw by W. W. Jacobs. I decided to write a variation on the story based on his ideas about it. Hope you all like it. Thanks to Roxana Nastase for giving it a home at Scarlet Leaf Review.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Forays into Film Criticism

Hey everybody, I wrote some film reviews. Quail Bell was kind enough to publish them. In theory I'm their "New York Correspondent." Hopefully more work will be forthcoming from this position. I plan to review all kinds of things, from books to movies to food. One of these reviews is for the movie Queen of Heaven, the other is the zombie flick Cooties. I'm trying to focus on the conditions of watching the film itself, as well as what's on the silver screen.

Monday, December 7, 2015

I'm a Regular Noah Webster


But not a Daniel Webster. No, not yet.

Check out Droppelganger, a word I got approved for Urban Dictionary.

Monday, November 30, 2015

Giving Clarendon its Poetic Due


A new poem of mine is in the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review. Oh boosters and county fathers of Arlington, Virginia, you will be overjoyed! There's a poem about Clarendon, sweet Clarendon. Land of pub crawls or marches. Borough of bars and shenanigans.

In other news, I just passed 6 million written words. That's something to be Thankful for. I suppose.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Working in a Minor Mode

Is a the name of a poem you can read at Abbreviate Journal. Abbreviate Journal being the name of a journal which actually isn't a journal you can hold because it is a website.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Friday, October 9, 2015

All Watched Over By Readers of Loving Grace


Science fiction time! Five on the Fifth has published a short story of mine: All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace. I can't recall if I got the title from the poem by Brautigan or the documentary series which was also named for the poem. It all goes back to Brautigan either way.

I also have some poems here at Birds Piled Loosely.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Bad Liquor Pond


A poem of mine, Bad Liquor Pond, is up at a new Baltimore based publication, Vector Magazine. There's some interesting work in it, including a version of Guess Who for Millennials, by John Durovsik.

Sometimes I forget where I get my titles from. Has this ever happened to you fellow writers? Especially poets. Place names and dates are usually self-explanatory, but sometimes you come across an old title and you have no idea how you came up from it. Usually I can place it to the Bible, Shakespeare, Pound, or Ginsberg. In this case, I must've been listening to this band while writing the poem in question.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Apologies to Crown Heights

Just thinking about waiting for the train there makes my toes stick together
Two poems up in 352 Degrees, which is not the temperature of the 34th Street Herald Square station in August, but instead a small literary concern which is willing to take a risk on a young upstart like me!