Finalist for the 2018 Pangaea Prize

Sometimes you send a pack of poems out, and a year goes by. You forget. Editors are busy, you’re busy. You keep sending the work elsewhere. I don’t normally inquire after a submission. Though, one time I did and got a lovely rejection from the Gettysburg Review, whose editors said that while my poems weren’t…

National Poetry Month, Week Three, Bonus Track

It was a break from all these snow flurries and colder temperatures the other day, so I decided to take the laptop outside and record a favorite poem. I was going to save this for week four, but sometimes good things just can’t wait. This year and last, my son Micah and I have been…

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…

Saturday Songs from Frank Turner

This is the first weekend, in–I don’t know–months? The first weekend since the first interview, since the decision to start looking for a new place in case I got this job. The first weekend that does not involve travel for me of any kind. No rushing back more than an hour away to pack, or…

Freaky Bug Incident, a Bauman Boys Adventure

The last few nights I’ve been combing through old files, looking for half-finished poems, and forgotten first drafts. And to my delight I’ve found a few gems to be polished and finished. Some I may send off to who-knows-yet-where and a couple I may share with you. But first I wanted, on this first weekend…

Have I Introduced You to the Other Poet in the Family?

Yes, I have three sons. One is the Compassionate Scholar. The second is the Bohemian Musician. And the youngest is the Irascible Writer. Each is different, and each possess a killer, nearly subversive sense of humor. Alas, I cannot fathom its origin. For the moment, only the writer has a WordPress blog (that I know…