I wrote a poem involving a dog, here at the Flying Dodo. Even cat people can enjoy it!
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Read Flyer Guy, first published in Perigee (RIP), among other poems from other Defuncted journals. They are on display again. Hooray!
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Good news, I won a small writing contest. This one was held to promote the work of Robin Hemley's new novel Oblivion, an "after autobiography" where a recently deceased writer gets to encounter Franz Kafka in the afterlife. Read my entry and enjoy.
Have something in common with me by reading the newest issue of Common House and read my poem "Mixed Greens."
Good evening, for your perusal and consideration, see the latest issue of Breathe Bold, which has a poem of mine "Recovered Files" on page 13 (spooooky).
And read a poem of mine in an international anthology of 2022 poems.
Of the first issue of Breathe Bold
The latest issue of Harpy Hybrid features a poem of mine A Critical Path to Forty. The genesis of the poem involved listening to the above YouTube show, which only lasted through the early part of quarantine. Maybe it will the longest lasting testament to its existence, these lines uncovered from a hard drive ten centuries in the future and leading cyborg lizard scholars to speculate on the nature of this dirtbag art show.
Hey all, Happy Thanksgiving. Read a short poems I wrote about petals in Issue 5 of Dollar Store Mag.
A blast from our recently hotter past. Paddler has generously published a poem of mine: "Late August News" in their latest issue (number 6), hot off the press in Peterborough, Canada
As some of you may know I am now studying for an MFA at Long Island University. Is studying the right word? I guess technically I'm a candidate. But not THE Candidate. That remains Robert Redford. Yes, the academic bug finally bit me. Who knows how far it will burrow inside. Classes have been good so far, lots of readings and such as you can imagine. I'm learning about the history of the novel and this little thing called "show don't tell." Oh damn. Did I just violate it? In one of my classes, Crossing Genres, we are exploring different forms of writing. One of our first lessons focused on flash fiction. I haven't written much of it, but since that class I've been trying out the form. It used to be easier for me to write 50,000 words than something restricted to a 1,000. Or at least to be proud of the result. Now I can say I'm making progress on this front. Or, show you with a link to one of the first prose pieces I've published in a while. It's called The Magic Palm and it's in the Bright Flash Literary Review. The picture below (not the one on the website) is what inspired it. For all you prose lovers out there, rejoice.
Thanks to Lover's Eye Press for publishing a poem of mine in their sex issue. I mean, sixth issue. The poem is titled: The Real King. Go for irrelevancy, the stay for the majesty.