Cleaving, the Video

Back in September of 2016, my poem, “Cleaving,” was published in the online literary magazine, Yellow Chair Review.  I almost forgot that five years ago, my two youngest sons and I did a little recording of it for YouTube. But after the editing of the poem and the video, we decided that it was good…

Issue #12, Winter 2017

Most of Word Fountain‘s Winter Issue is live on the website version now, and the rest is coming this week. BUT, you can still get gorgeous print copies of these babies with this luscious cover art by Ainslee Golomb. and you can And you can submit to lucky issue #13, the spring-summer edition! The deadline is…

Music Monday with Mary Cigarettes

I am out the door in just a few minutes with the youngest of my three incredible sons. I’ve been pretty busy lately, mostly in some very good and productive ways (look for an upcoming post about that called, “Where the Heck Did National Poetry Month Go?”), but also in some of those dull and…

From the august trees

Originally posted on some little crum creek:
. Some parts of our nature we might never see. But under a rising moon, out from a waning season, an imploring eastern screech owl sounds — savor the mystery. .

Colin and the Pale Blue Dot

In the last post the question of my faith came up.  I’ve talked in posts way back here on the blog about the Bible and Homosexuality. Biblical symbolism sometimes wanders into my poems. Hey, it’s in my background and upbringing. It’s part of my story. Still, I have been reluctant to discuss much religion here…

The Dike at Dusk, a Birthday Walk in Color and Shadow

Due to various reasons the boys and I had to wait until Sunday to celebrate the anniversary of the old man’s leap from Grandma’s womb. I know, it’s a startling image, but that’s how it happened. I tried to leap back but mom wasn’t having any of that. I was cooking and doing my own…