Showing posts from February, 2017

White Boy can Dance


A gift for my daughter, the mermaid


Love is an Art


A Text Book Case and The Hudson Review

A small poem of mine from The Dark Gnu, my third book, will appear in Literature, an Introduction to Poetry, Fiction and Drama, edited by Dana Gioia and XJ Kennedy.   I believe this will be my first appearance in a textbook.  If you blink you'll miss it.  The poem, including the title, weighs in at seven words.  
Two new poems, The Summit and What You've Been Given, appear in the current issue of The Hudson Review.  Not to be missed in this issue is Logan's essay on ED and A Formal Feeling:  

My Moses, My Ack, my Boo Budada

The beloved and cantankerous one has taken a fall, and was found to be unwell. He's been in hospital, teetering on all manner of medical edges, for some two or three months.  It would surprise no one to hear he is not going gentle.  Perhaps he has promises to keep. Perhaps he's just a stubborn ol git.  I am convinced he is alive by sheer will. Though his body is riddled with illness and he is quite weak, he mostly remains lovable, quotable, and puckishly horrible.  

by Jack Mueller
Physics has lost its walls Coincidence is overworked And history bleeds internally
Each complaint has less validity Than the one preceding Lust wobbles the planet
Light leaks outward toward the sun To feed its bright indifference Little by little, water leaves Earth
Leaving kisses as slow torture To parched lips, oceans As giant calligraphers of silence.

Best American Poetry/Videlock

Well, hell, my rather lengthy litany on birds, "Deconstruction", which first appeared in The Hopkins Review, and has been nominated for a Pushcart, has also been selected for inclusion in Best American Poetry, edited this year by Natasha Tretheway.  This will be my second appearance in BAP.  One is grateful for larks, loons, and good fortune.