Thursday, September 25, 2014

The good folks at Blotterature Literary Magazine have posted the first review of my upcoming poetry collection, The Blood of a Tourist. The book will be released on Nov. 4 and is not yet available to pre-order, but don't worry, when it is I'll be sure and remind you of all the nice things they said about it
They also posted an interview, and, most importantly, a picture of my cat.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Quiet Lightning, Monday Sept. 15

I'm honored and excited to be reading at the Sept. 15 Quiet Lightning. We'll be meeting at Lands End to watch the sunset and then the reading will commence at a nearby location. Sounds like a magical evening in the making. Please join us.

More info. here.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Words Dance # 17 is now live.  They've seen fit to include three of my poems, and each piece is accompanied by an audio file, which I think is pretty neat.  Please indulge.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Hello, dear readers.  If I still have any readers.

I plan to update this blog on a more regular basis, really I do.

For now,  here's footage of my recent reading at the Bernal Yoga Literary Series in San Francisco.

More soon.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Hey, look.  I'm blogging again.  Kind of.

A few things:

An Age of Monsters and Broken When We Got Here, my two latest books, are now distributed through Tree Killer Ink.  All the other great Epic Rites titles are there as well.  Go ahead, indulge:

Also, the weekend of April 20 I will be in Cleveland, Ohio with a lot of amazing folks for an extravangant weekend of poetry events.  If you're anywhere near the area, come on by:

Okay.  That's it for now.  More soon, really.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

On a soon approaching weekend in July (7th & 8th), I will be reading at both Beast Crawl and Zyfez California.  This is very exciting.  Click the links for more info.  I thank you.

Once, on the way to Oregon, I stopped at a California winery to get free wine from the tasting room.  Just at that time a tour was starting so I decided to go along.  A young  man of about 23 was the guide and began that strange kind of language guides use, almost a chant:…and on the left a 1500 gallon redwood barrel containing Burgundy kept always at the temperature of…and then he said Whose kid is that?
            The force of whose kid is that caused everyone to pay attention to the real moment we were all in.  A small child was about to fall in a very deep vat of wine.
            I vowed, at that moment, that every statement in my poems should at least have the force of whose kid is that.
            It is an impossible standard, but a good one.  Few really bad lines can stand against it.
            The guide was chanting remembered lines to a vapid audience.  The distance between his Mind, our Minds, and the subject of wine-making simply was not being bridged.  But the endangered child called words to his mind which were immediate and un-premeditated—it was organic, as a leap would be if one were frightened by a truck.

--Lew Welch

I really love this passage, and find it helps to keep it in mind while writing both poetry and prose.