The Decision

So it has been a little while now since I opened a PO box in New Mexico and had the pleasant experience of finding a couple of issues of Whitefish Review in there. Inside those tender pages rests a title, my name, and my words. A poem. And inside the front cover there is a [...]

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Published

A few weeks ago I received notice that a poem of my crafting had found its way into the inked pages of a literary magazine called the Whitefish Review. To my pleasant surprise, I also discovered that some fine authors, including Rick Bass and Doug Peacock, are in the same issue. I guess sometimes the [...]

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More word exercise poems

Some very dull Forest Service training recently afforded me the opportunity to compose a few more poems using random words… Take a word, see how many other words you can create using only the letters from that word, and then create a poem using only those words… Funeral near an urn learn an earl ulna [...]

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After thrice rewriting a thousand useless words

you are a thorn a masochism of a hobby better left to addicts go away and leave me be

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The World Awakens After the Snow

Do winter trees sigh when the snow loosens and cascades down? Blink and shudder, their slumber disturbed for just a moment? Weight lifted from limbs Fine snow sparklling I sigh.

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Transit

Transit Life is out there, somewhere beyond the rain In upturned faces, damp and joyous dogs. I press my forehead against the glass My breath a fleeting but persistent ghost. A world slips by, scene after scene with tenuous links Cars emerge and fade, blinking; faces are glimpsed and gone. Here I remain untouched, nothing [...]

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Word exercises

Shakespeare
as rash rakes seek keepsakes
a spear sees a sheep share respekt
respeak a rash pear’s rape
hasp a sap, keep shares as sharks

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Dirty old men and curmudgeons

I watched this documentary (again) about Charles Bukowski the other night – Bukowsi: Born Into This. As before, i was struck by the honesty of the man, and how cantankerous he was. If you don’t know him, check out “Dinosauria, We” – read by him, or the full poem in text. Or “Bluebird.” In “Dinosauria, [...]

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Poetry like a mix tape

i make the mistake, over and over, of buying books of the collected works of poets. they are like the double album of death, or the triple album, the boxed set. their pages stay unthumbed; dust clings to them. but then, in the mail, comes the mix tape of poetry… the magazine. a touch of [...]

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