A Poem in RAW That's Thoroughly Cooked

RAW Journal of the Arts has published a poem of mine in its first issue. It's about Brooklyn before I ever really knew Brooklyn, also when I was still obsessed with Ted Berrigan.

See an Obligation

Poem up at Etre. Read it. It's your Raison d'Etre.

Super Tuesday Prayer

Come bring in the results, Super Tuesday bless us
With data, every single point and poll,
Help us color in the map, so we may know
Where our friends and enemies lie across the land,
Those towns and counties filled
With patriots and likewise political geniuses,
As well as the gulches and gullies
Populated by the cretins who can only use
Their opposable thumbs to oppose a righteous cause
But most of all, Super Tuesday, help us know
What desires and dreams are out there
In a country we have only heard rumors from,
Trade in every empty white space for blue and red,
And please, refrain from confusing us with any purple
Or results which bring no conclusion,
Just the cliffhanger of things being too close to call.

Springtime and the Poetry Is in Bloom

Here are some fresh poems for you all to read. I guess they are my contribution to National Poetry Month. The first three are from The Rainbow Rose, with no theme in particular. The rest are in the latest issue of MungBeing, which is centered around the theme of family. Hence this poem, and this one, the poem over here, and the one next to it, and this poem slowly creeping up behind you. Also, the poem you just stepped on.