The Legend of Sir Chester Nutt
(or, Thank God for Karma, She’s Less of a Bitch than We Thought)
One day in your car for a whirl, 123 more words
13 hours, 29 minutes ago
befoul fair air;
battered brown jukebox stirs;
a desperate, terrified pair
1 week, 3 days ago
Wilting where willows weep,
minute malachite mendicants measure
summer’s sultry season softly.
3 weeks, 5 days ago
American Book Review has published my review of Quincy Lehr’s recent poetry collection, Dark Lord of the Tiki Bar.
Check out the review link above which is a significant sample, but for the full review you’ll need to get the print version or subscribe.
1 month ago
The August Rotary Dial is out today with a new poem of mine, “Muse-Charmer,” as well as fantastic poems throughout. Well-worth your time, especially for formal poetry-lovers.
1 month, 4 weeks ago
Mad summer’s face shall quickly fall,
when autumn shows its cheek.
For now, I wear a sylvan shawl
and wait for leaves to speak.
2 months ago
Days were spinnakers and three cornered hats
unconcerned with staying on, full of air.
Dawn became the salmon line beneath that
falling satellite, I had ceased to care… 107 more words
2 months, 1 week ago