A Fine Air

Ah, the air is fine and the heat so wonderful, you curse the wind for taking it away on a day like this. Find a patch of grass and sleep on it for half an hour, if you have clear skies. That should be your recipe for today. Don't forget the garnish, a poem by me at the Momo Reader. Thanks for reading, as always.

Don't Kill the Coccinellidae

For a change of pace, here's some prose that I have up in the current summer issue of The Toucan. The story is titled, "Gods Little Cows." Read it and enjoy!

Wrote This? Yes, I did

A link to another short poem of mine

Won't take up too much of your time,

Maybe you will find the bliss you miss,

By going to Write this, Right this?

A Poem With Tonic

A new poem of mine is up at Literary Tonic. It is called Catacomb. Read it and weep...tears of joy. Maybe even leave a comment or two.

Looking for Something FREE on Saturday?

Okay kids, this is probably going to be my last mention of the wonderful GWIAF for a while. This Saturday will be the fruit of our efforts, a night of art, poetry, music, dance, and possibly ceramics down at the Arlington Arts Center. Don't have a car? Don't have a cow man! You can take the Metro down there. Get off at Virginia Square, the hip place to be. The event runs from 7 PM to 11 PM. The cost is ZILCH and you can come and go as you please, so come!

Rising Up with Indigo Rising

The poetry revolution continues at Indigo Rising! There you will find three poems by me engaging in propaganda by the deed, which for verse is the word itself. Be on the lookout for "Emerging Out," "Old After All," and "An Intermittent River."

Sleep. Snort. F**K

A prose poem and a new poem of mine for you to read.

Muddy Rivers and Other Updates

First of all, a shout out to my 26 followers. I hope I am not disappointing you.

Second, a poem of mine is the Muddy River Poetry Review. Just go to my name (B-E-N N-A-R-D-O-L-I-L-L-I) and click on the link to see the poem. It will download as a word document.

Third, more GWIAF News!

Okay, I guess I will break this down using letters.

a) We are having a silent auction at Liberty Tavern, 5-7 p.m. It is in Clarendon Arlington, Virginia on June 4th. We're auctioning many various things.

b)June 5th, we will be at the Greenway Community Yard Sale, 9 a.m.-4 p.m., if you;re in Arlington, come by. We will be selling all kinds of things, housewares, linens, artwork, toys, books, and other things.

c)There will be further yard sales and a cocktail party with details to follow later.

d)Consider signing up to help at, give money to, and/or perform at the Greater Washington Indie Arts Festival.

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.