In which I remember that photography’s a kind of semi-fiction anyway, so I leave the photos out. With their imagined interpretations, perceptions, projections. Even mayoral photo-op shots are truth with lie, both at once. Juxtaposed with street photos, it’s easy not to know which is which… It was morning, and I was out at W. […]Read Post ›
Rediscovered these first lines to a novel I once started: “It’s hard to know how I got here, where here is, or even how long it’s been. I guess the only thing I know these days are the facts.” I had a pretty good laugh when I came across that little tidbit in my old […]Read Post ›
Each year I use birthday money to buy a fresh pair of running shoes. It’s a favorite ritual of mine. I’ve been a runner since I can remember. At age two, during my aunt’s wedding reception, I ran straight into a cement outdoor planter, initiating my running career with two black eyes. At nine in […]Read Post ›
When you’ve decided to go the self-publishing route, as I have, you cut out the middle man: The “Book Publisher.” You also cut out the agent and maybe even the editor. That doesn’t mean they stop talking to you, er, they are you. When 5 o’clock is approaching and the book still isn’t ready to […]Read Post ›
My most respected poetry teachers and colleagues warned me away from writing “political poetry.” I secretly loved that these same individuals, while staying away from writing about politics—or at least masterfully disguising their political poems—happened to be quite willing to discuss the latest white house offerings and right-wing politician scandals, especially over dark beer in […]Read Post ›
Please stay tuned for future blog posts here! In the meantime, please check out my poetry blog, here.
