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Song of the Mock Turtles

From September 1st to December 31st of last year I kept a stuck tune diary, a journal of all of the sticky tunes that visited me, particularly tunes that I awoke with already playing in my head. Of the 122 … Continue reading

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A Song for Julia and Winston

If I could stretch my eyesWide enough to see I wouldn’t blame youI’d see you’ve set my paceOne paycheck away and farFrom a homeward slide Around and around like full moonsIn day’s full light we danceAcross a store of blindnessMy darling, … Continue reading

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On Reading William Carlos Williams on Christmas Day

It’s Christmas and I don’t have to goIt’s Christmas and I have a place to stay Not writing but readingmy favorite thingPicking my waythrough the delicate mechanismsNot by the clockbut all day to lightly treadSo as not to tramplemy own … Continue reading

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Of Ice Crystals and Flaming Hearts

My poem, The Effulgent Heart is out now in the new issue of Survivor’s Review. It’s a poem very close to my own heart. I wrote it at the end of the cycle of poems that became my chapbook Prayers … Continue reading

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The Philosophers Leave Florida

for Natasha and Shane Pick white or black. It ain’t chess, just a race to multiply the meanings of simple words like “divide” or “unite”. Everyone knows polls are for assholes but whether the truth blows this way or that … Continue reading

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Red Tide Is Natural and so Is Death

I keep thinking about the Dadaists caught between an end and a beginning. Some launched green apples, others grenades and still others self-inflicted wounds. I’m trying to put myself in their place and feel what was at stake, butting up … Continue reading

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A man’s poem

Stuck In A Shut-Up Sandwich David Foster Wallace did it both ways: a play of infinite garrulity and the ultimate cutoff at the pass: I’m done with this, leaving sharp-elbowed others to claim he speaks for all white men— “slap … Continue reading

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