Yet Another URL

Before I say anything else, let me get this part out of the way: I WAS WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING. Holy shit, I honestly thought I understood politics, but apparently I didn’t know a damn thing about politics. Apparently almost none of us did. Worse, apparently only a few people actually understood what 21st-century American politics...

America, 2036

In my vision I’m sitting on my couch, watching television with a faceless child, one of several in my ever-growing tribe.  We’re watching another mediocre clip show called I Love the Twentyteens.  Each episode is apparently broken down by year and this one is 2016. It starts off with various b-list celebrities reminiscing about the...

Thesis Stress…

…and other good problems.  I don’t think 2016 was even two weeks old when I got the news that my good friend Gregory Toliver had died.  Gregory was another complicated genius I was fortunate enough to know, and with his passing I’ve come to realize how insanely lucky I am to have known so many...

Who’s The Troll?

“Don’t feed the trolls.”  Once in a while, I apparently have to be reminded what a great piece of advice that is.  I’m at a point in my life where my writing is, once again, my only source of therapy, so I’m back to “thinking out loud” here.  I’m 46 years old and I’m ashamed...

Poet’s Wife at a Poetry Reading

Maroon, hard-ass plastic chairs arranged, in haphazard semi-circle around The Podium, discount chardonnay and store-bought sweets “breathe” on a folding table. I am not a poet I do not speak       in soliloquy, rhyme, metaphor, or simile. I do not speak       in the static, soft, sing-song voice that lures the waking mind       elsewhere. I speak straight from the heart, that...