Just Call Me "Jelly Roll" Nardolilli, for a Day

Two poems of mine rolled in confection and published online at Jellyroll Magazine.

Would You Like A Pamphlet?

Go on a PDF adventure over at Guerrilla Pamphlets. Not to be confused with Gorilla Pamphlets. Volume 5 has a poem of mine in it. Also, Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. Look for a return of the Eddie Cantor Balloon at this year's Macy's Day parade.

Target the Ear Drums of Your Audience

New work of mine has been added online. Check out a poem I wrote at Target Audience and a short story about catching whooping cough at summer camp down at Sick of 'Em.

Marco...Polo...Poem...Essay

My first ever poem accepted through the good ole' postal service. It's up at the Marco Polo Quarterly. A wonderful publication. It was also the first poem I ever showed in a workshop that got acknowledgment from my peers. So consider it a real piece of history in its creation, though I cannot speak for the history contained within the lines themselves. A poet's license to to reveal his tricks. In addition, read an essay by my friend Andrea Kannes.

Listen to the Whale Sounds

Nic Sebastian reads a poem of mine up at Whale Sounds. Grab a sweater, fix yourself a cup of hot tea, and let her voice take you away.

On the Inside of Outside Writers

Two poems up in the Agit Prop 101 section of Outside Writers. Check them out here.

I Will Show You New Poems in a Handful of Dust

New works (a poet shall be judged by works and works alone) at several places. First off, two poems at the Medulla Review. To quote them: "Poems of place; that examine the city beneath the city."

Then we have two poems up at Psychic Meatloaf. Which is about as close to real meatloaf as I'll get.

And finally there is work in the latest issue of Handful of Dust.

Make Your Nights Longer and Your Antiques Everlasting

Two poems up in The Literary Burlesque. I hope the "burlesque" doesn't make it unsafe for work.

Late October Poems

I have a few more poems on the interwebs you should check out. Here are the links so you don't have to google my name and search for all my online bounties. I have a poem up at Eye of the Needle in honor of Jack Kerouac's death (the site has a picture of the house I failed to see). I also have work up at Poemwriters, three poems to be exact: here, here, and here. The picture above is in honor of Jack. When I saw his scroll exhibit at the NY Public Library I wanted to do something similar, so created a poem that I cut up in bits and pieces and rearranged on the second floor of Broome Street.

Why Vandalism?

Because they a poem of mine up after a lengthy hiatus, Six Hands, that's why!

Come Take a Journey to the Rufous City...

I have work up in the latest Rufous City Review. Follow the link and read it as a PDF. If the above picture does not match your mental image for a Rufous City, then please, by all means, substitute one of your own.

Hold My Poems in Your Hands

Well, you can now read a whole mess of my poems in a new book called Hawthorn Road from the same people who brought you Inwood, Indiana (namely Glenn Lyvers).

Buy it here

Call Me Bill...

Several poems in two different places. The first is Raven Images, where I have SIX, count 'em 6, not 5, not 4, and not just 1, not 7, not EIGHT, but SIX, 6, SEI, poems up on the site.

The other is Definitely Mag, where I have definitely one poem up, despite the mistaken identity. I wonder how successful Bill Nardolilli would be for me as a pseudonym?

New Poems and the World's Least Successful Meme

First bit of news. I have three poems in this edition of MungBeing Magazine.

Second, a new game I thought of. I was reading about St. John Chrysostom, and learned his named means "golden mouthed," in reference to his articulate speaking abilities. So I decided to come up with the Chrysostom game, whereby one adds "Chrysostom" to the end of some inept speaker's name.

Example: Phil Davison Chrysostom

Welcome, Welcome October

I have two poems up in the first issue of Howls and Pushycats. Download it and read them. The issue also features work by David McLean and William Doreski.

The first poem is In Abstentia, the refrain of which might be familiar to anyone who has seen the musical 1776.

The second is a little lyrical lot of lines I wrote while at SEP.