Forays into Film Criticism

Hey everybody, I wrote some film reviews. Quail Bell was kind enough to publish them. In theory I'm their "New York Correspondent." Hopefully more work will be forthcoming from this position. I plan to review all kinds of things, from books to movies to food. One of these reviews is for the movie Queen of Heaven, the other is the zombie flick Cooties. I'm trying to focus on the conditions of watching the film itself, as well as what's on the silver screen.

A Random Sample of My Poetry, Featuring Jesus and Philip K. Dick

Two poems from Random Sample

I'm a Regular Noah Webster

But not a Daniel Webster. No, not yet.

Check out Droppelganger, a word I got approved for Urban Dictionary.

Giving Clarendon its Poetic Due

A new poem of mine is in the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review. Oh boosters and county fathers of Arlington, Virginia, you will be overjoyed! There's a poem about Clarendon, sweet Clarendon. Land of pub crawls or marches. Borough of bars and shenanigans.

In other news, I just passed 6 million written words. That's something to be Thankful for. I suppose.

Working in a Minor Mode

Is a the name of a poem you can read at Abbreviate Journal. Abbreviate Journal being the name of a journal which actually isn't a journal you can hold because it is a website.

A Book Review: Coloring Dream Mandalas

I reviewed a coloring book. Check it out here at the ever lovely Quail Bell.

All Watched Over By Readers of Loving Grace

Science fiction time! Five on the Fifth has published a short story of mine: All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace. I can't recall if I got the title from the poem by Brautigan or the documentary series which was also named for the poem. It all goes back to Brautigan either way.

I also have some poems here at Birds Piled Loosely.

Bad Liquor Pond

A poem of mine, Bad Liquor Pond, is up at a new Baltimore based publication, Vector Magazine. There's some interesting work in it, including a version of Guess Who for Millennials, by John Durovsik.

Sometimes I forget where I get my titles from. Has this ever happened to you fellow writers? Especially poets. Place names and dates are usually self-explanatory, but sometimes you come across an old title and you have no idea how you came up from it. Usually I can place it to the Bible, Shakespeare, Pound, or Ginsberg. In this case, I must've been listening to this band while writing the poem in question.

Apologies to Crown Heights

Just thinking about waiting for the train there makes my toes stick together

Two poems up in 352 Degrees, which is not the temperature of the 34th Street Herald Square station in August, but instead a small literary concern which is willing to take a risk on a young upstart like me!

Read a Poem I Wrote About DFW

DFW is quite the Shibboleth, no?

It's highly experimental and goes through all the different facets of the subject. I amassed it from listening to interviews. Read it at ALTPOETICS (They wrote me a letter threatening me if I didn't refer to them in all caps. Strangely enough, said letter was all lower-case).

Finally Some Prose to Post

I know a lot of you don't like poetry and all the fancy stuff that goes along with it. But if reading a line break makes you break down, fear not. I have a short story about the Chinatown Bus in Baby Lawn Literature. Now excuse while I get ready to take the Greyhound to DC.

Uptown 1 Poetry

This cat is apparently the editor in chief

Hey guys, I got several poems for you to read in the inaugural issue of Uptown 1. One poem was based on a painting by Adolph Gottlieb. Try to guess which one (the poem not the picture).

Take a Trip to ArtVilla

And read a poem by me. Happy September.

I'll Be Published when Purple Pigs Fly

My poem "Forceful Crushing From the Top" is live on Purple Pig Lit.

It's a Poetry Discount Blowout!

Thanks to the wonderful Sophie Moss, I've got five poems up at Dirty Press. It's a British invasion, or an invasion of Britain, or maybe just more of a skirmish, or perhaps cutting in the queue. Yeah, that's probably more like it. Or being rude in a tea house. Some of you from Northern Virginia may recognize the title of "The Four Courts." Those of you from Ireland may recognize it as well and think it refers to you too. That's okay. It's all one big circle of self-referential meaning.