"You, who only know love when in love, do not ask what it is, nor do you look for it. But when a woman once asked you if you were in l...

For now, this is my/our last day in Portugal. Tomorrow at 03h I will go to the airport for my flight to the US. "Valeu a pena? Tudo val...

Phase One” from Bring Now the Angels by Dilruba Ahmed , 2020 For leaving the fridge open last night, I forgive you. For conjuring white curt...

  Lawrence Ferlinghetti died last night. He had a good long run, a hundred and one years. I'm guessing he outlived almost everyone who ...

The Hill We Climb, Amanda Gorma's brilliant poem and presentation was the highlight of the Biden/Harris inauguration, at least for me. A...

I sat with my Uncle all day the day he died. That was Saturday, February 1, 1992. These poems greeted me when I brought his ashes home to...

Okay. Santee Alley and Chinatown two days rolled into one, with a passing glance at the tar pits. We started at Sant...

Benjamin Zephaniah . I love this guy! When asked what he would eat if he was in a desert with no food in sight except a cow, he said: ...

Billy Collins was US Poet Laureate from 2001–2003. He was replaced by Ted Kooser , a retired insurance executive. Both men are oozing...

I don't know why I have such a block against submitting poetry. I know it's "good enough". Total crap gets published. The ...

Whew! It's over. The Juniper Creek conference was wonderful, but it was a lot of intensity crammed into one tiny little weekend. It...

Nothing, not even victory will erase the terrible hole of blood: nothing, neither the sea, nor the passing of sand and time, nor the gera...

I rather hate doing a blog. It draws me into revealing more about myself than I'm comfortable with. Why not stop , you might ask but ...

Street sign I'm the one wearing the hoodie.

Okay, I just uploaded the website for Ash Canyon . It's not done but check it out anyway. Cowee loves it. He thinks I'm some kind of...