Lo Specchio e La Spugna

Okay, I know he was a King A poem of mine with the same name as the title above was published in Bindweed Magazine . Read, interpret, mi...

One poem in Zombie Logic Review? No. Two poems in Zombie Logic Review? No. Three poems in Zombie Logic Review? No. Four poems in Zombie Logi...

Two poems of mine are in the latest issue  of the Ethos Literary Journal , a publication out of India. Read them and read the other write...

I'm Not Golda Meir Three poems of mine are in the journal Porridge . It's based in Britain. Of particular note is "A Votive...

The flag of Birmingham, England Not Blurred Lines, but Dividing Lines is the topic of today's bog post. More specifically, the poem ...

Another month, another poem. Barren Magazine  might be sparse in spirit and vision, but isn't barren of my work, not anymore. My work...

Well it's more about blood. Specifically the word. BLOOD. How it looks, how it sounds, and the way it makes me feel. That word. Blood. Y...

Jason Peters and his Aberrant Literature Press  have recently published an anthology of short fiction, and a story of mine "The Sick...

The King of the Dudes Hello, there! Hello September! Hell Autumn! Hello (Hopefully coming soon) cold weather. Right now I'm sweating...

My friend Christine Stoddard was interviewed by Brooklyn Poets . She discusses her life, work, and the communities she's lived in. Oh, a...

After my first night on the train I woke up to North Dakota in all its broad splendor.  Sure, there were plenty of cereal crops across the h...

The next leg of my trip was the longest (not counting my flight back from Seattle). The Empire Builder left Chicago and Carlo, one of the at...

I spent most of my time on the Capitol Limited sleeping. I went to sleep outside of Pittsburgh and woke up around Elkhart, Indiana. Along t...