Walt Whitman’s Thursday Love Poem

Time for a Thursday Love Poem. Since it’s been a while, take a moment to skip back to the poem that started it all: “Thursday,” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. That first Thursday Love Poem feature was posted almost five years ago, and you can check it out with my reading of that little piece…

Jayhawks, Rainy Day Saturday Songs

It’s a very sunny Saturday here in northeast Pennsylvania, but I’ve got Rainy Day Music on my mind and literally, on my laptop. I’ve been listening today to the 2003 album, by the Jayhawks. You may have read the recent post about poet Seth Pennington of Sibling Rivalry Press asking me if it was alright…

Poems for Stuart

Two years ago I got the chance to finally meet an old friend face-to-face. Stuart and I had been talking online since the days of the Gay Fatherhood dot-com website that I used to run, even back to when it was an MSN group. Does anyone else remember those MSN groups? I kind of miss…

Father: a Poem

This poem was originally written for my dad’s birthday in 2012. It was put to video and given to him as a modern “hand-made” gift. It went through a lot of reworking, editing, and polishing. Then the good folks at San Pedro River Review & Blue Horse Press published it in their Spring 2016 issue: The American…

Chapel Reading and Old PUP Friends

No, “old PUP friends” does not refer to some sort of senior citizen’s collar-and-leash fetish society. It’s a reference to a poetry reading series I used to attend in Lewisburg, PA at Faustina’s Art Gallery. Poetry Under the Paintings is the name of the group, and it perfectly describes what they do. They still gather every…

Adios, Poetry Month! with Naomi Shihab Nye

I am going to sign off from this year’s National Poetry Month in an uncharacteristic fashion. No commentary, no hoopla. Just a bonus poem by one of the most beautiful poets alive today, Naomi Shihab Nye. Adios by Naomi Shihab Nye It is a good word, rolling off the tongue; no matter what language you were…