Two Poems in the Bitter Melon Review

 

Hello all, here are two poems to read on a Sunday summer evening:

After Fantastic Obsessions

And

Medium Trouble in Chinese Cottage, about an old Chinese place I used to visit on the Upper West of America's greatest island, Manhattan

A Blogpost Dealing with the Relative Size of Things in the Literary Universe and the Effect of Adding Another Link

 

Not sure about the relevance of this image. But certain editorial powers above chose it to represent my work. 

The Yesterday Review published two poems of mine. Feel free to celebrate with me. 

They did so in their first issue, aptly named First Draft

Of course my work is in the poetry section 

And if you have read this far, enjoy the two poems I got published

Rugby and Argyle

Is the name of a poem published in Obindo Magazine.  It refers to two streets in my neighborhood.

The Big Windows Are Open for a Hinge, Ok?

 

The Big Windows Review has allowed me to publish a poem about a certain dating site. 

A Network Hiccup in Rochester, New York

 A new batch of Poems in Rundelania, a journal based in Rochester, in Up-Upstate New York

Read them here

Blown by the California Zephyr

Okay, so I'm going to talk about the latest trip I took across the country using the magic of the railroads. Yes, we still have them in America. And yes, you can go transcontinental the whole way. As long time readers (all three of you) of this blog know, I previously took Amtrak trains to Seattle and Los Angeles in two separate trips. This time, I am going to recount my experience differently. The engine will not be moving forward in time. No, the engineer has gone crazy folks! We're going in reverse, backing up all the way to Emeryville, California! Which means starting with my time on the Lake Shore Limited. It dropped me off in Penn Station, after passing through Albany and Chicago. Before then, I had lunch all aboard.

Vegetarian Kofta with Basmati Rice and Curried Cauliflower

I ate it here in this dining car

My Roomette came with in-built toilet and fold-out sink. It was like being an astronaut in low, low orbit

Working on the train

Even though we left late (9:30 PM), they were kind enough in the dining car
to give us cheese, crackers, and in my case, champagne

Unlimited taste on the Lake Shore Limited!!!

I took he train the whole way, from Chicago to New York City. Here you can see the view I had from the Willis Tower. Yes, the very top of the Willis Tower. No better view of Chicago, no sir. But how did I get there? By riding another train, the California Zephyr! It was my means of conveyance across the Mighty Mississippi River. No more fording with oxen for me.

Now since the trip on the Zephyr was about twice as long as the Lake Shore Limited, I got to enjoy more meals aboard. Here is an omelet I ate during my last morning on the train. It had sundried tomatoes on it, a la 1997. It came with a flaky croissant and some pretty good roast potatoes. They had a kind of creamy consistency to them.

We stopped in Denver the previous evening. The Zephyr stood still for about an hour. During that time, I took in Union Station, the State Capitol, a game at Coors Field, and the Denver International Airport.

Or maybe just Union Station

We pulled in there after dinner. That night I had the blueberry strudel cheesecake, the steak, and the shrimp tempura appetizer. A complimentary glass of white wine was involved. During this time the train had to go backwards into the station. 

High above the mile-high city

First time being awake for the Rockies!

The secret of Coors

Boot-shaped rock

The Zephyr took me over several ranges of the Rocky Mountains, past various rivers and creeks, through dry basins, and along canyons. There were tall trees, precarious boulders, and rapids that were, um, rapid. All of which I could observe during an afternoon in the observation car.

The breakfast quesadilla. Also came with a croissant and potatoes. A NAFTA meal.

After my first night on the train, I woke up to see Utah towering over me. It was a welcome sight following an evening spent swaying back and forth in Club Amtrak.

But I could sleep with a full stomach at least. There was rice, and beans, and salmon that was oddly covered in a lobster sauce. A glass of wine too and a salad with bits of brie to compliment it all.

A little taste of the Zephyr

Another taste

Speaking of taste, Donner Lake, California

Though my conditions were cramped, I had my privacy, courtesy of curtains. They remained drawn most of the time I was on board. This fabric covered up my window, my door, and the window in my door. Good sturdy Velcro kept it in place. Not that I was completely shut out from the world. When I sensed I was near something worthwhile to look at, I ripped the curtains away from their holdings and looked out my window. 

I saw where all the air fresheners come from

Lunch options were limited. Pictured: hamburger

I was on the second floor

The golden west of California

San Pedro Bay, one of the few views that didn't involve going by a refinery

1980s problems require 1980s solutions

No WiFi

We set off from Emeryville, California in the morning. Unfortunately we were delayed by an hour and a half. I got to the station by flying from LaGuardia to San Francisco. No pictures of that trip survive because I dropped my phone from the plane. Since it landed on the western side of the Continental Divide, I caught it bobbing up and down in the bay. Here is me waiting to board the train. A hulking behemoth that managed to swallow me whole like Jonah. Didn't give me too much trouble until we hit Nebraska of all places. Then the thing buckled and shook like a sandworm, as if it was angry at being forced to enter the Cornhusker State. 

Art?

Putting the Ben in Beneficiary

 

The Hemlock Journal published a poem of mine called The Beneficiary, click on the link for a terrifying journey into the world of probate, beneficiaries, and goblins

Up, Up, and Away

 

UP! an outfit in the UK dedicated to positive writing published two poems of mine in their February issue. If they like them, they must be uplifting. Search for my name and read the issue here:

https://positivelyup.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2024/02/Up-February-2024-Edition.pdf

Strolling Down Aether Avenue

 

Hello, hello. Happy greetings from March. Two poems of mine were published in Aether Avenue. One is about Desertification and the other is based on my trips riding Amtrak from coast to coast. 

A Short Story About Eyewear

 

Hey all, Rundelania has put up a short story of mine "Blended Bifocal." Read about the excavation of a gas pipe gone wrong (NSFW?) 

LIFE, BLOODY LIFE

 

Maybe my first time in a Substack? Paloma Magazine has two of my poems in the aforementioned named issue. Read "Preselling Out " and "Line Go Down," for personal takes on what the economy makes.

Tainted, I Mean, Discretionary Love

 

Discretionary Love has published my poem, Maxine's Blues, a paen (no spellcheck, not a peen) to love in the information age. 

Sing, I Mean Read, a New Note

 

Turn to page 14 (15 on the online reader) to read my poem Dime Show in the Summer 2023 issue of New Note Poetry.

There's an actual Poem in Some Ways Here

Two poems in the Studium (not Stadium) Review. Both about relationships, those things we've heard so much about.

The Cup of Trembling

Thanks to Katie Winkler over at Teach. Write. for publishing my short story "The Cup of Trembling" on page 90 of the Spring 2023 issue.