Strangers

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 …

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. …

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.