A few weeks ago, I received a phone call at work from the police department in Leroy, Illinois - they were investigating, in conjunction with the county sheriff's department, the abduction of two children, ages 7 and 9. The children's father was scheduled to return the children to their mother after a court-ordered visitation, and… Continue reading


good news

I got word today that Relief: A Quarterly Christian Expression has accepted three of my poems for publication. A nice treat, since I just opened a rejection email from Rattle the other day. Relief is a print journal, so if you want to read them, you'll have to subscribe, or at least buy the issue… Continue reading good news


Earth Hour

What would happen if everyone in the world turned off their non-essential electricity for one hour?That's the plan for Earth Hour 2009: on Saturday, March 28, at 8:30 local time wherever you live, you're being asked to turn off all non-essentials for one hour. It's as simple as just turning your lights off.Read more about… Continue reading Earth Hour


Tuesday night, I hit the town with Ian again, first for dinner:(beef sashimi, an atomic roll and a salmon crunch roll) and then for a driving tour of downtown Dallas, which was not hugely impressive. Ft. Worth is definitely the better city. Just sayin'.


NaPoMo update

It's just around the corner, folks, and in anticipation I've committed myself to the poem-a-day challenge over at the PFFA. You can follow my progress here (I'll be adding this link to the right hand column, too, so you can have a permalink-y).I really should have committed myself to a mental health hospital instead.But classes… Continue reading NaPoMo update

obits, poetry

tonight i can write the saddest lines

Some of the saddest news I've heard in a while: Nicholas Hughes, son of Sylvia, has committed suicide.Nick and the CandlestickSylvia PlathI am a miner. The light burns blue.Waxy stalactitesDrip and thicken, tearsThe earthen wombExudes from its dead boredom.Black bat airsWrap me, raggy shawls,Cold homicides.They weld to me like plums.Old cave of calciumIcicles, old echoer.Even… Continue reading tonight i can write the saddest lines