A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection

With a nod to Kurt Vonnegut and Bob Dylan, and a call-out with special thanks and praise to Sergeant Eugene Goodman. The threat comes again, and again, and again, rising like the wind itself, the threat of fascism. *The refrain Why? Why, why, why? Why, why, why? repeated twice in the poem should be sungContinue reading “A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection”

A story about church and trust and death

Monsignor Hannan reminded me of a wadded up piece of paper. Pale, bent, and curled up awkwardly at the edges in his arthritic stubs of fingers and permanently creased and bent black leather shoes. He had little, wet, blue eyes. Like someone had flung two droplets of water onto the wadded up paper, and they’dContinue reading “A story about church and trust and death”

An offer for subscribers!

Hi readers and subscribers! Thank you for swinging by and especially those of you who’ve subscribed over the years. There are over 40 of you subscribing, and it occurs to me it’s time to address you directly, which I’ve never done before. I’d also like to offer you something, and to get your feedback. IContinue reading “An offer for subscribers!”

Getting Pulled Over Up North: An Anecdote In Which I am as White as I can Be

I’m riding my 2006 Honda VFR up north, out of Seattle. This is around 2013. It takes a good sixty miles or so to get out of city traffic and finally past the last straight stretches of highway 9, a final thirty tedious miles of four-lane stop-and-go heading north, broken into seemingly endless intervals byContinue reading “Getting Pulled Over Up North: An Anecdote In Which I am as White as I can Be”

Death of the Underdog or Ready for Violence – Coming out Bi part 9

Again, it’s been a while since my last piece in this Coming Out series. I mentioned prior that it keeps getting harder to write as it keeps getting closer to home; the things I discover in my memory are tied to feelings I currently carry, like a kink in the neck I wake up withContinue reading “Death of the Underdog or Ready for Violence – Coming out Bi part 9”

Congratulations, it’s a sissy – coming out bi part 8

It’s been a minute since the last installment of this series. Turns out this gets harder to write as I go. If you’d like to catch up, you can click on the ‘journal’ link, and scroll back to earlier posts. Late summer 1990. I was 19, a long-haired, long-bearded, stinky hippie. A functional alcoholic, aContinue reading “Congratulations, it’s a sissy – coming out bi part 8”

Thinking of Bukowski While Gardening in Early Spring

In my last post I mentioned having little trouble writing, but tons of trouble figuring how to come up with an appropriate prompt in an attempt to connect with people via poetry. I want a prompt to have an openness, for it to carry little of my own intention or bias along for the ride,Continue reading “Thinking of Bukowski While Gardening in Early Spring”

Poetry Prompt #4 – spring, war, compost, Bukowski

I’ve had a time coming up with a poetry prompt since the beginning of the invasion of Ukraine. No problem writing poetry, just coming up with a prompt that seems open and kind. It’s spring, and as I sink my hands into the fresh compost of my garden bed and smell the living funk ofContinue reading “Poetry Prompt #4 – spring, war, compost, Bukowski”

Read my story in Suburban Witchcraft Magazine

I’m pleased to let you know my story, Bioluminescence, has been published in Suburban Witchcraft Magazine. It’s a beautiful journal of poetry and art, plus one magical realism story by yours truly. Check it out here I’m making my way through it slowly still, stopping here and there to stretch my legs a bit andContinue reading “Read my story in Suburban Witchcraft Magazine”