It's Nothing Main Street Rag Literary Magazine published my poem “It’s Nothing” this month in their Winter 2023 issue, bless their dear hearts. I hate to tell them, but “It’s Nothing” isn't literature. It's a poem about my old truck. I loved that truck, with a visceral and romantic love. What other reason could there … Continue reading It’s Nothing
Sangria Mom My mom was in court the other day, with her friend Carol. It’s not my mom’s fault. It’s not Carol’s fault, either, but the judge hasn’t determined that yet, because they got thrown out of court for not following directions. Clearly, this debacle called for a bottle of muscadine sangria. If you’re not … Continue reading Sangria Mom
Sensible Poetry In Leo Lionni's children's tale, Frederick, mice store provisions for winter - all except one mouse, Frederick, who doesn't work but instead gathers sun rays, colors, and words. How shameful, Frederick. You're like the grasshopper that dances and plays while the ants work. Reader, don't be like Frederick or the grasshopper. Be practical. … Continue reading Sensible Poetry
Susurration of the Sea I recently read a poem by Danielle Hanson in Last Stanza Poetry Journal Issue #13 (I'm in there, too), titled "Bringing Home the Ocean." Hanson uses the word sussering in her gorgeous poem, and much like the ocean itself, that word has been following me home all week. After a life … Continue reading Susurration of the Sea
If you are of a literary bent... Which I'm not. I mean, I like to read. A lot. An unnatural and unhealthy amount. But literary? No. Nerdy. Bookish. Dorky. Something more like that. Which is why it's no big surprise that I've never read a literary journal. Until now. The feature article in this month's … Continue reading If you are of a literary bent
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