Arbor Day Poem Up at Bulb Culture Collective

This Oak

My poem “This Oak” is live at the Chandelier issue of the Bulb Culture Collective. Thank you to editors L.M. Cole and Jared Povanda for taking this piece. “This Oak” first appeared in Slippery Elm in 2019. Happy Arbor Day, everyone!

Poems Published at Midwest Zen

Shakuhachi and books

I am thrilled that Midwest Zen has published six of my shakuhachi poems, which were written in November 2017, during a self-imposed poem-a-day jag.  I am grateful to editor Mark Howell for taking these poems. I still can’t play that damned flute!

Poems Published at Only Poems

Exclamation

I am thrilled that Only Poems has published six of my self-portrait poems, with an interview.  Editors Karan Kapoor and Shannan Mann have, against all odds, curated this beautiful, top notch weekly publication, featuring well known poets as well as those who live in obscurity (me). I am in awe of their dedication, and am very grateful that they saw fit to feature my poems.

Poem Published at The Passionfruit Review

bird in window

A handful of my poems have been published since January, and in the grip of my illness I did not properly acknowledge the publications. I hope to make up for this, at least in part, by providing, at this late date, links to the poems in these journals.

“The Hollow,” was published at The Passionfruit Review in July. I am grateful to the editors for taking this piece, and to Stephanie L. Harper, who continues to inspire me every day.

Poems Published at Samjoko Magazine

CloudsSkyFence

A handful of my poems have been published since January, and in the grip of my illness I did not properly acknowledge the publications. I hope to make up for this, at least in part, by providing links to these journals.

My poems “Sometimes I Rain,” “Yesterday’s Ache,” and “Thunder” were published in Samjoko’s winter issue.  I am grateful to the editors for taking these pieces.

Celebration 6

Snoopy

6

Today is my birthday. Six months ago I did not think I’d see this day. But here I am, celebrating Stephanie’s smile, the morning’s first sip of coffee, snowflakes (just a few, but hey!), modern science, the wisdom of Snoopy, friendship, love, and yes, my continuing existence. I am a lucky man.

Prayer

Death does not choose you at random
but approaches at your pace, rumbling
downhill or floating in the air,
debris or dandelion fluff,
concealed yet evident.
Listen: a small cloud bumps another,
merging into one larger being —
can you hear its ecstasies?
All the world’s souls, gathered.

“Prayer” was first published in Soul-Lit.