Category Archives: Poetry
Drove the Inferno Orange Car to Dante Hall Last Night.
I stopped to pick up Emily in Ventnor City, who asked, “Something to drink?” and just as I was articulating a no, I’m fine, her not-quite-two-year old son rushed over to me with a Budweiser. Hank handed me the bottle, … Continue reading
Open Mic/Reading Tonight––Dante Hall in Atlantic City.
Bad Zine/Zine Reading Tour happening tonight!
John Guttschall is organizing a reading featuring some keen zinesters from the Chicago area; plus natives like me & Dan Sanchez, who is a GOD. I’ve corralled some stray, kittenish zines from the past two years into a box; hope … Continue reading
The Accordion Zine & “The Rich Russell”
While watching Harper’s Island on Netflix last night (no, I don’t know how I started watching this 2009 mini-series either, but it happened; it happens; and at least I’ve moved on from Felicity, right?), I folded/cut/taped/pressed some zines for the … Continue reading
The Whitmaniacs.
So Tyler & I decided to take a trip to Walt Whitman’s house in Camden on Friday. For years I’ve wanted to make the pilgrimage. “Do you know why the bridge is named for him?” I’ve asked students, and they … Continue reading
This Week in Poetry; This Moment in June.
On Tuesday night, Emily & I went to The Boneyard in AC to check out John Gutts & his open mic night. On the ride home, I admitted to sometimes having a notion to start a cricket farm; to be … Continue reading
On Revisions: A Re-visioning.
I am working on revisions for Kathy Graber’s class this weekend. I have a difficult time of it. Prose, for me, is simpler to reform. I can spot a stray sentence-hair that needs plucking. With poetry. Those stanzas. Fragments. Well. … Continue reading
Monday, 4/30
I meant what I said: I am going back to prose in the morning. But once, when I was twenty-years old and living in New York, I went on a rant against Starbucks to this person I was trying to … Continue reading
Sunday, 4/29
Poetry month is almost over; up next: May. Tomorrow is my last day at Stockton until the fall. Until the fall. It has such an ache to it. I am grading research papers. I also need to start revising four … Continue reading
Saturday, 4/28
Kathy Graber is reading at the Noyes this afternoon! Afterwards, I’m looking forward to a quiet weekend thereafter. I feel very calm, for some reason, this morning, and hope it will last. At the South Jersey translation of Irish pub, … Continue reading
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