My poem, “Bird, Flown” has been accepted for print publication in the Fall 2015 issue of Pilgrimage magazine out of Colorado State University in Pueblo, Colorado. The themes for the double issue? Beginnings and Flight!
My multi-part, nine-page poetic sequence, “Great Hunger,” has been selected by Anchor & Plume of Baton Rouge, Louisiana for publication as a poetry pocket book in 2016! They focus on poetry about landscape and place. Glad that epic has finally found a home. And in print no less.
The Disobedient issue is up and running at Poemeleon, hot off the pixel-bit presses. My (dis)obedient poem featured there includes bonfires and daffodils, spiral-bound notebooks and Rubbermaid roughneck totes.
Actually, the journal, riverbabble, is going to published two of my poems, “Present Tense Love Poem” and “Pulling the Rope,” in their Summer 2015 issue due out by the end of June. The theme for this edition was Thought and Experience and, frankly, I am not sure I remember what my submission have to do with that theme about now...
This time from Poemeleonwhere my work has appeared before, my poem with a very long title has been accepted for their upcoming Disobedient issue:“Faced with a Towering Stack of Rubbermaid Bins, the Lifelong Incunabulist Contemplates (Yet Again) How Best to Deal With Four Decades of Notebooks that Require Destruction before the (Inevitable) End."
My poem, “A Villanelle While We Wait for Justice to Roll Down Like Water,” has been accepted for publication by Form Quarterly. Yes, that is correct, a journal devoted entirely to form! The photograph (above) is of the Civil Rights Memorial on the grounds of the Southern Poverty Law Center in Montgomery, Alabama. The memorial, designed by Maya Lin, has the words in the title of my poem carved into its black granite face. It turns out the quote is actually from Amos 5:24 but, on the memorial, are wrongly attributed to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
After two weeks in the Finger Lakes region of central New York, tonight was a literary love-fest at The Waypost in North Portland. Six women reading their work with or without hipster-fresh-squeezed margaritas. The beat does, indeed, go on even when it's 71 degrees outside...