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Horses at Midnight Without a Moon, by Jack Gilbert
Poems for Stuart, Part 2 Last time I read a poem by Marie Howe called “The Gate.” It’s one of the poems I considered reading for my friend Stuart who was visiting from Australia, and wished to capture a bit of video in which I would read something that spoke to where my life is…
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The Gate, by Marie Howe
Poems for Stuart, Part 1 I had the chance to finally meet and old friend on Sunday. And if that sentence sounds weird, it’s because you probably still haven’t adjusted to living in a century of online organizations and connections. I “met” Stu through the old website I used to run called Gay Fatherhood. Cheesy…
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George, Originally Published in Contemporary American Voices
Recently I shared another video in which I was reading a poem. It was well received, but what surprised and delighted me was a comment from a former, and favorite teacher of mine, that the “lady moon poem,” which followed that piece, was “fabulous.” I had forgotten that it was included in the video clip.…
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Tuesday Tunes–Mindfulness and Tina Turner
I was writing this last night, while it was still Monday. Let’s just say it was a very long Monday in my world. Now it’s Tuesday, and too late for the Music Monday post. But I’m a poet, since when do I follow all the rules? What’s love got to do–got to do with it?…
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There Is Wind, There Are Matches, by Gerald Stern
Embed from Getty Images The last few weeks in the news have been . . . Well, honestly, I don’t think I have words for them yet, and so I have retreated this weekend into poems, and into handling such delayed tasks as (finally) working out the settings between the microphone and the new laptop,…
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Swing, a School Bus Poem
In keeping with the request that I share more of my published poems, here’s a clip from part of a longer reading at the Joseph Priestley Memorial Chapel in Northumberland Pennsylvania. Two months later this poem appeared in the pages of Contemporary American Voices alongside the excellent poets Brian Fanelli and Jason Allen. Swing While I was…
