Daylight Savings

Hello all, a poem of mine, entitled Daylight Savings, has been put online at "The," a blogzine. Read and enjoy. It is a viator, and if you are from Canada you might recognize the form.

Poetry is Democracy!

Whitman and a friend discussing manly things, probably about hunting and building cabins, but mostly women and spooning liberally with them

Poetry how Whitman would have it! By the masses! With elections! Ballots! Babies kissed on the lips! And like real elections, the worst will be taken out and paraded in front of your eyes.

My rhyming, sing-song poem, "A Failed Vacation" (my "Plan Nine," if you will), is up for a vote on the blog 80s Adolescent Angst. The text of the poem is on the site, and the voting is in the upper left-hand corner. Show it some clicking love!

I Guess it Is a Common Enuf Name

From the New York Times:

"Mrs. Obama and her staff also visited Miriam’s Kitchen, a soup kitchen, where the first lady bumped into Bill Richardson, a 46-year-old homeless man. Mr. Richardson was so stunned that he could barely stammer thank you as Mrs. Obama scooped a helping of mushroom risotto onto his plate this month."

Come In and Be Captivated!

The Write Place at the Write Time has three of my poems up on their site, scroll down and check them out. Or, press CTRL+F to look for name if you can remember to spell it. I am going to hope you can. Or at least the first part. Here's a hint, look for Nar-, that should be enough. Then again, why am I making this hard for you? Just type in Benjamin. No wait, just Ben. I am under the pseudo nom de plume of a nickname.

Hit a Cup of Noodles and Run

I have the outline of something I wrote a long time ago, right here, at Hit and Run. It is a pretty good concept, publishing the raw fragments from which great (or not so great) stories are spawned. Anyone who wants to read what it was I made from the mess of scribblings featured on the web site, is more than welcome to hit me up for it.

The Headhunter!

I know I have told at least one of you all about this story. Another one of my prose endeavors. Well, my barnacle, here it is, published on the Left Coast in a city by the bay, perhaps being read right now in a streetcar. It is another grotesque, another Kafkaesque work, you might say. A moral tale for the age? Perhaps. It could be a Marxist fable as well (if all Marxism wasn't a fable). You can read what you want into it. But in order to do that, you must READ IT!

Sunken Lines On The Mirror, Sunken Lines On Her Face

I have a short story published at sunken lines, another legacy of my years living at Broome Street. Not that it's based on anyone I know. 100 points and a beard ride to anyone who can guess where the title of the story comes from!

Adventures on Google, redux

I went and googled "imagism" to see what I would find. Intrigued, I went to "images" to see the results for "imagism." Get the joke? but it gets better. the first picture that comes up is this:

This picture you see, is the complete antithesis of imagism. In a certain way, it does make use of solid shapes and distinct lines, which the group tended to approve of in its aesthetic. However this is where the similarities end. The lush, overpowering, and somewhat bruising color and the fantastical images would not be seen at a station on the metro. The family of flowers and the wild horses belong more to symbolism, as well as the river being a snake. I won't go into the birds. Frankly this picture (which is titled: "imagism 1.0") is representative of every other trend in poetry before and after imagism: Romanticism, symbolism, and the Beat movement come to mind.

Four and Twenty, Glood and Plenty!

I have a new short poem here, over at Four and Twenty. Not to be confused with 420. They specialize in poems four lines and twenty words long.

My New "Single" at Record

Up at Record, Godfrey Logan has been kind enough to make me today's featured writer. I have a handful of poems up and a few short stories. Go and check them out!

Now I Am A Potent Quotable

Well, the other day I stumbled upon a first for me, a poem of mine quoted on the website Emdashes. It was an observation on Joan Didion that I made while waiting and reading at the gastroenterologist, which I guess was pithy enough to sum up another person's feelings.

Another Day, Another Fount

Fount blog is up again, and with a little helping from me. If you scroll to the bottom of the most recent issue (but slowly, slowly so you can read everyone else's work), you will find a piece by yours sincerely. It is a tanka, a new experiment in form for me. Enjoy.

Sausage and Peppers and Poetry

Check out a poem I wrote about the San Gennaro Festival in Little Italy. You'll have to scroll down the page since what's present is not the text but a page from the upcoming edition of the Bibliofiles. Enjoy and travel back to a time two Septembers ago, before Obama, before Palin, when all there was, was sausage and peppers...

Float On Down the River Poets Journal

Scroll yourself down the River Poets Journal, listen to some nice guitar music, and read my poem. If you don't want to do all that, just search for "Under Every Foolish Word."

A Writing Sample Nice, Neat, and Professional

I wrote the "About Us" page for this website, see writing poetry can come in handy!