Crossfire!

Okay, well I have a poem up at Pirene's Fountain entitled (you guessed it) Crossfire! However, unlike the game depicted above, hopefully it will not disappoint. Ignore the biographical information. I guess it was accepted a while ago.

Kick Out the Jambs!

A poem of mine is out in the Blue Fifth Review. Interesting to see myself identified as a poet from Arlington, Virginia. Of course I always put that in my contributor information, but it is a sight I am not used to, to have myself identified with one place. The last time I had Arlington next to my name, I was in the Virginia State Geography Bee. Anyways, here is the direct link to the poem they posted. It is titled, "Sill, Lintel, and Jambs."

RIP Jack Kerouac

Today' blog post is in honor of the King of the Beats, Jack Kerouac. Forty years ago, yesterday, he drank some whiskey for breakfast and then ate a can of tuna fish. A few minutes later he was rushed to hospital for coughing up blood. He died shortly thereafter. It was an inglorious end to a life filled with wandering and writing in search of an ever elusive beatific vision.

Here is Kerouac at his height, riding the sensation that was On the Road:



And shortly before he died, on Firing Line with William F. Buckley, jr.

Pulling a Caper with My Poems

If you've been around Craigslist recently looking for writing gigs (I swear that's all I use Craigslit for) then you've probably seen an ad or two from Caper Journal. In case if you were wondering if they are for real, I can assure you, they most definitely are. The evidence? Two poems featured in their first issue. Read them here, and here.

Who's the Poet in Da House?

If you are at Leafpond, it is apparently me!