The day of this interview, I took lunch and sat in the café downstairs from work. The café is awful; the items pretty and sweet and pointless. It rained noisily. I sat facing a boiling puddle and listened as close I could to the reporter on the phone. His voice warm and friendly, his questions …
What’s In A Name? Journey Of The Title
The title occurred to me years ago and for a long time I could do nothing with it. Its not the title of a poem, its a poem itself. The title sounds like something mis-remembered, a verbal mistake. It's a mix / mash of things as I am a combination of multiple families, identities, routes. …
Are Poets Ever Booed?
Sometime around 2000 while between jobs, I joined a performance series named Four Brothers. It was the luckiest of gigs for me. The original Fourth brother couldn’t do that weekend of performances, and I had rent due. The show would cover it. I auditioned and got in. Our Friday show in Berkeley was quite successful. …
Poem Up At State Lines
David Roderick and the good folks at SF Chronicle very nicely published a poem from my new book. Bakersfield, was my first attempt at paying tribute to the family road trips we used to take every summer in the late 70's, early 80's. Those memories, what's left of them, are of a pre-strip-malled, pre-Star*ucked America. …
My Pineapple Roommate
The only scent a rose may come to envy is a pineapple on the vine in the east facing window of a 3rd floor apartment. Confident and exotic, the plant announces itself before being seen, owns its space, and was the first plant I ever purchased a weapon to defend myself, my skin, the corner …
If You See Something, Say Something
The good folks at The Maynard just published a poem that emerged from a writers workshop I found myself in this year. It's a form of some kind, where I write one stanza then attempt to rewrite/reconstruct it until I find a good place to stop.
Pre-order –Black Steel Magnolias in the Hour of Chaos Theory
Nomadic Press is now taking pre-orders for my first poetry collection, Black Steel Magnolias in the Hour of Chaos Theory. I have no real second sentence after that. My bad. I've been mulling over it for days since the green light clicked on, and I'm still stuck. I am stunned and humbled. Its not …
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