Morning Storm

Here's a poem I submitted for a theme of "liminal spaces" now online at Wolf Willow Journal. Here in New England, everyone has had enough winter (still some ice in my yard--still1) but I love the photo of Central Park.

The Seven Deadly Holidays

Here is a short and feisty humorous essay before the holiday season begins . . . with Hallowrath. The author photo is me in my incredible yet convincing Halloween costume. The whole Issue #10 is themed on the seven deadly, so enjoy some sin served up from Portland, Oregon's own Penduline.

EVOTZ2

That's the title of an experimental creative nonfiction piece now published in theNewerYork's Electric Encyclopedia of Experimental Literature (the EEEL). Read the middle column for the core narrative, and read the flanking columns as footnotes to the text. Post your thoughts from the link at the top right of the page. (I love their illustration for this!) And, yes, the title is an actual line from the Snellen eye chart: Evotz2

What Crows Don't Know

That's the title of my poem that made it into the inaugural issue of Turtle Island Quarterly. I love so many of the poems they chose. Be sure to check out William Doreski, Michael Spring, and many more.

Equinox Poetry

Celebrate the equinox by reading three new poems of mine freshly published in the March 2013 edition of PANK online. One is about crocodiles and two are about chocolate. You can hear me read each of them, too. If you want to comment, come back here and let me know what you think.

POEM in Journal of Compressed Creative Arts

JCCA looks for poems that say much with few words. I am honored to have my poem "When Soul Mates Meet" published online by them. If you click DECOMPRESS below the bio, you'll get a short essay I wrote about the process of writing it.

NOISE in Best Fiction Magazine Online

Shin-en akemashita omedeto! A short story I wrote that was published in print years ago has just come online in Best Fiction. This is an old-fashioned story about vengeance and guilt that could only happen in modern Japan. Despite the cold winters, Japanese apartments are not built with insulated walls. There is little personal privacy in Japan, which non-Japanese often forget. I hope you read it. Come back here to tell me what you think.

New poems of my are now live on A-Minor Magazine as of June 25. Check it out and leave a comment!

Hobo Camp Review: California Issue

Once again, 13 has proven to be my lucky literary number. My new poems are up and live at Hobo Camp Review for their California issue . . . which turned out to be Issue #13. I don't try to get writing published in Issue 13s, but maybe I should.

Featured Poet in Conclave

Happy Leap Day! Mine is happy because I am a featured poet in the revived journal Conclave: A Journal of Character. Five of my poems profiling people both real (James I, Ivan VI, Van Gogh) and imaginary (The Swimming Woman) are published in their new Spring issue along with interviews of Peter Beagle and Karen Essex and poems by Jane Yolen and fiction and poetry of many other fine writers. It's available on Kindle right now, and will be in print soon. Just click on the title of this post and you'll be there!

New Year tanka

Tanka is a Japanese poetic form consisting of five lines and many other things. A tanka I wrote is online at Inner Art Journal today, the first day of 2012. Last night, though I hoped to dream about eggplant, eagles, or Mt. Fuji--the three New Year's Eve's dreams considered to be very lucky--I did dream about looking up at a big tree full of nests of baby Toucans. I'm going to take that as a good sign. Happy new year!

The Failure of Geometry

That's the title of my poem that has just gone online at the fantastic The Pedestal Magazine. You can hear me read it aloud.

To the Teahouse

Here's a new poem I wrote about Japan online at a magazine named Sleet.

Bad Toys and Perishable on Labor Day

Two new poems of mine went online today at The Brooklyner. What's new? Audio recordings of me reading them. Here's a link for Bad Toys and one for Perishable. Let me know what you think.