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". . . when a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed.""I just can't help thinking what a real shaking up it would give people if, all of a sudden, there were no new books, new plays, new histories, new poems . . .""And how proud would you be when people started dying like flies?" I demanded."They'd die more like mad dogs, I think-- snarling and snapping at each other and biting their own tails."I turned to Castle the elder. "Sir, how does a man die when he's deprived of the consolations of literature?""In one of two ways," he said, "petrescence of the heart or atrophy of the nervous system.""Neither one very pleasant, I expect," I suggested."No," said Castle the elder. "For the love of God, . . . please keep writing!"-Kurt Vonnegut

My Blog

Out in the Cold, Cold Day

My new chapbook, Out in the Cold, Cold Day, is available for purchase. The cost is $5.00. If you're interested in buying it, please send an email to my myspace inbox.I will be debuting the book on Sun...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 15:07:00 GMT

Who Even Had Time (a poem from Sugar Fish)

Who Even Had TimeIn retrospect, who even had time to acknowledgethe wasted expression on the farmer's face,his transister radio sitting idle and pointless in thecup holder of his tractor, his tractor ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 16:28:00 GMT

The Tumor (A Poem from Sugar Fish)

The Tumor Leaf in the pond at 9 a.m.its shadow on the bottomand fish shadows on the bottom. My shadow on the grassand up the trunk of a tree: leafpondshadowfishgrasstree the morning so brightthe tumor...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 18:27:00 GMT

Poems for Loners Published in Media Cake

A selection of five Poems for Loners has been published in Media Cake. Please click the link. http://www.mediacakemagazine.com/cake_spring_07_150.htm
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 21:51:00 GMT

White (from Sugar Fish)

White White,the salient color of night,the east and west of human eyes,the summits of ocean swells and bowling pins,the bases of waterfalls and baseball diamonds. White,the exclusive color of Grecian ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:38:00 GMT

Poetry Super Highway, Poet of the Week

I have been selected, along with poet Clint Frakes, as Poet of the Week on Poetry Super Highway.  Please check it out. Here is the link: http://poetrysuperhighway.com/potw.html Thanks!
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 14:41:00 GMT

At Least There Is a Woman (from Sugar Fish)

At Least There Is a Woman Here I amnorth of Los Angelesin a cafe with an iced coffeepausingresting my eyesChopin in the speakersRilke's Book of Imagesspine up on the table. My stomach is a junkyard;my...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 15:13:00 GMT

Surrender (from Sugar Fish)

Surrender The bad news kept coming. He closed shop, receded, stared at floating dust particles onSunday afternoons, became aware of the give and takeof celestial bodies,of the thermodynamics of phanto...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 16:12:00 GMT

Blackout (from Sugar Fish)

Blackout At 5AM time stopped;that is, there was a blackoutand the clock on the nightstand stopped.He lit a candle and stared at the ceiling,the topography he knew well:the maps of Asia and Europe,the ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 00:29:00 GMT

About a Girl (from Sugar Fish)

About a Girl Shall I compare you to a 40?You are more intoxicating and more heady.Both vixen and widow,you quarrel and grieve in a city landscapemiles from rows of barley. I am the hysterical priestan...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 12:21:00 GMT