This Poem is Rated MA

A poem of mine in Censored Poets, nothing too extreme, but it might some people with heart conditions uncomfortable. Vulgarity commenting on vulgarity.

Yard Sale! Yard Sale!

Anyone in the market for a totally 80s and slightly used stroller? This Sunday, May 22, come by for a yard sale to help support the Greater Washington Indie Arts Festival. We will be having the sale itself at 2101 N. Powhatan St. in Arlington, Virginia. Nothing will be priced too high and plenty of good deals are to be had. For a fact there will be two Barry Manilow albums, aquariums, a wine cooling device, an espresso maker, china, some keychains, one unused thesaurus, stuffed animals, a few belts, and a biography of Crispus Attucks. It will begin at 9 AM.

A Quail of a Poem

Oh, my old beautiful, overpriced neighborhood. Anyways, a poem of mine is in Quail Bell Magazine. It was based on my stay at the hotel pictured above, which has a few stories attached to it. Read it and enjoy the mountain of symbolism, especially for all of you scholars of Rhodes.

An Unlikely Story

Short story of mine is up at Unlikely 2.0. It has been divided into several parts. Go and read it here. It is a tale of twisted brotherly love and the underbelly of the music industry. I hope you enjoy it.

Observation of the Day

When this Manuel Miranda guy talks about Elena Kagan, he sounds like Alvy Singer from Annie Hall:


"She comes from that background. I grew up in New York, she grew up in New York. I'm very familiar with the sort of Jewish socialist culture in New York, which has an enormous pedigree, has done wonderful things in promoting a way of life and developing American society, but at the end of the day is still socialist."

(go to 4:14 on the video for the reference)

Digging Up New Poems at the Bare Root

Two poems of mine are up at the Bare Root (not to be confused with Beirut). Hope you enjoy them and the picture of yours truly posted alongside. The longer one was written way back in 2005 for a creative writing class at NYU. It was a "creative response" to a short story from Jesus' Son by Daniel Johnson. The shorter poem has no story behind it that I can recall now. But as the date suggests, it was written over a year ago.

Yes, I'm in Yes, Poetry

Read two poems of mine in the latest issue of Yes, Poetry. The first one is an updated attempt at a troubadour poem, taken from my poetry collection "The Contemporary Wing." If anyone is wondering what a sommelier is, well, look it up. See, you always learn something new at Lo Specchio e La Spugna.