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.

New Poem Published: Inmates

Click on this blog post title to find The Montucky Review and my poem "Inmates" which I wrote while facilitating a reading group in the Concord State Men's Prison.

A New Story Online: The Green Balloon

Here's an unusual style of story for me: a futuristic fable about a ritualized initiation into adulthood. (Click on the title for the link.) I wrote "The Green Balloon" in a workshop led by Ursula Le Guin who challenged us to write compelling stories without the traditional reliance on conflict (man vs. nature, man vs. man, man vs. himself). If you like it--or any of the stories in The Lorelei Signal--be sure to click the Facebook like button at the end. If you REALLY like it, click the donation button and give $1 (or more) to provide royalties for the authors and keep sites like The Lorelei Signal in business offering fantasy and sf fiction with interesting female characters.

By the way, I chose 20 as the age of initiation because Japan's legal age for adults is 20.

Gringo Tango

Here is another short story of mine, this one set on the coast of Costa Rica where I lived in 1979-1980. (Click on the title to link to The Pedestal Magazine where it was published for the April 2011 issue.) I had written a longer draft of this years ago, sent it around, and didn't get any takers. Teaching my short story class this semester, I became intrigued by man/woman dialogue stories such as Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants" and Lessing's "Wine". I dialed back the point of view, cut it down to 1500 words, and used both past and present tense to tell a running backstory simultaneously with the current story. Let me know what you think!

Norton Island Residency

I am so honored--and lucky--to have been awarded a Norton Island Residency this coming July! Norton Island is a 150-acre wilderness preserve north of Bar Harbor, Maine. What a beautiful place and opportunity to focus only on my novel in progress.

Rice Harvest

Sorry for my absence between the new moon and the full moon, but I had to go back to Japan to help with the rice harvest. (I wish. Just kidding.) In the U. S., we picture farms as endless acres of crops. In Shizuoka, small rice fields grew between factories, houses, or schools. As Alex notices in American Fuji (p 170): "He passed a one-family house, a fabric store, a miniature rice field, a Mitsubishi plant, and an apartment complex. He wondered about Japanese zoning laws. Was it chaos or was he blind to whatever scheme prevailed? He thought of the measuring-instrument stores in Tokyo and Shizuoka. Japan organized itself differently. It wasn't like Europe, where a drugstore was a drugstore with a different word for it. You had to learn a whole new way of thinking. No wonder he felt so stupid here."

Here, you see sheaves of rice hung upside down to dry. If you look closely, you can see Mt. Fuji in the background tangled in the phone lines above my head.

Mt. Fuji/Moon Landing Anniversary

That's it for the Mt. Fuji/Moon Landing Extended Play special. The complete hike (through Alex's eyes) is described in Chapters 38 and 39 of American Fuji. A final note: a copy of the novel itself also made the hike to the summit! That particular book now resides with friends in Santa Cruz.

The Fool on the Hill

Mt. Fuji looks different after you've climbed it. Even better.

A Japanese saying--very roughly translated-- says you are a fool if you never climb Fuji once in your life, but more of a fool if you climb Fuji more than once. I wish, for my one ascent, I had not been so intent on following Japanese tradition. I missed a lot by climbing at night: too dark to see, too tired to observe. My advice would be to start early in the morning, arrive at the summit in the afternoon (when it is also far less crowded), and return well in advance of sunset so that the dark portion of the hike is the shallow, easy stretch at Level 5. Take plenty of your own water to see you through. But do bring a "tough, separate-type jacket" and postcards to mail at the top!

Daruma Chain Gang

The day after the night hike of Mt. Fuji my friends and I went to the beach at Miho (sandier than Shizuoka's gravel and tetrapot, although the sand was black) and soaked our sore muscles in warm ocean water. We even found a place that served soft ice cream. Eric was happy. That day, July 21, we called ourselves the Dharma Chain Gang.