My review of Beau Allen’s poetry book “The Moon Will Listen”.
i drove to my father’s house in Massachusetts. a group of us made a large dump run for my step-mother. we even pulled the old pool table out from the basement. i held onto one end as a neighbor cut it in half so we could fit it into the trailer i felt a bit […]
My review of Stephanie Lamb’s poetry book “Verbal Vomit and Other Poetry and Prose.”
My review of Alex Le’Gare’s poetry book “The Side Effects of L.”
I’m happy to announce the release of my second poetry collection, four. Four is 185 pages of black-and-white photography and poetry by me. This book will only be available in paperback through me directly and on lulu as well as in e-book format on Kindle. The e-book releases December 1st and the paperback is available […]
Cast the alabaster referendum Spike the juice, transfix the vanishing liquid Zoom the screenshots, taste the lip gloss Scratch the two percent surface Know nothing, keep the pulse on the dial Seek optimism with self entitlement Wrap your vertebrae around your cell phone Dye the color of mass destruction No dissection, analysis, or an ounce […]
I woke up in the middle of the night as sick as a dog. Wait. My dog never got this sick. Henry, my Golden, had the constitution of an ox and the compassion of a Mystic, so he followed me from the bedroom as I raced to the bathroom. I don’t remember what happened next, […]
or trying to,at least i’m working on two different projects which has me working on stories everyday so, yay! but no worries i am still journaling but … i’m nanowrimo-ing CHECK OUT EMJE’s BLOG FOR MORE!
I hope you’ll click through to The Mad Puppeteer’s blog and give a listen to his interview on Megha Upadhyaya’s podcast, “It’s Never Too Late”. Robert and Megha had a great conversation about art, poetry, social media, and how Robert got into writing. Greetings, my friends! I hope you all are well. Recently, I was […]
You, me — or whoever else Could pour their hearts out on paper, Tears trickling, dripping, merging with the ink — Mixing, forming depictions closely resembling, An impromptu Rorschach test. And when we think we’ve said all we can With no inhibitions. We look around us and see That no one cares — Hell, no […]