Just a reminder that National Poetry Month starts TOMORROW!And in case you forgot: I'll be writing a poem a day and posting the results as I go here.And I'll also be participating in the Free Verse Photo Project, and doing a photo a day. I'll probably post those here on this blog, as well as… Continue reading NaPoMo update, part 2
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
My poem "The Apiary" is up at Boxcar Poetry Review.
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
Meanwhile, In the Kitchen, June Cleaver Was Spotted Hoisting a Refrigerator to Free Her Youngest SonJill Wickham When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother’s wings. —from a widely circulated e-mailThere are things a woman can not do.Walk naked from house to houseasking for a cup of flour, a teaspoonof… Continue reading Friday Poem
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'.
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
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
I arrived at DFW yesterday for a week-long interviewing project. Somehow I managed to score a first-class ticket, and spent the 2.5 hour flight relaxing in all the first class splendor: free drinks, a hot lunch, a big seat. After getting settled at the hotel and a few hours of office work, I was swept… Continue reading dfw