So I’m not writing books, but I am writing long and girthy bodies of short poems.
These two books of poetry mark the final books I make for the foreseeable future. Both are for Scherezade Siobhan.
For the first time in a few years, I have made an effort to host a Winter Solstice arts event.
The 144 page special anti-Trump-regime edition of openly-licensed email-based/Tumblr-based poetry journal Elderly is now available for reading.
I’ve been working on some “last writings” for some time, they’re on their way.
This Friday there will be a poetry reading in Phinney Ridge at the gallery known as Le Merde.
Approximately one year ago, I started publishing Cambodia Bladed on Queen Mob’s Tea House. The serial work of prose poems and black and white photography remains, even today, one of my favorite works.
I am very excited to be involved with this upcoming poetry event that is themed around and in respect for homeless veterans.
The following poems I wrote for my two close South Seattle friends, who both share the same birth year.
The following is a poem I have written in preparation for and in spirit of the Summer Solstice.
For Tanya Holtland, Emiliana Chavez, and Barnabus Gillmon