Spring, Madison, Wisconsin, 2022

It’s another spring coming that I won’t be back in Madison,go there to write, my personal writing workshop, a retreat,where … More

This is an ex-poem

This used to be a poem, but now it’s not. I tried to make it pretty, but it didn’t turn … More

There once was a bard from Hawai‘iWho penned little poems as a hobbyFrom the time he learned lettersHe got better … More

They are the scalpels into the heart of the storyCatalogers of the tales of life, of death, and beyondSpeakers of … More

Never say a good or a bad egg.However, if there is an egg involveddo not ever assume it is an … More

Will, more than ample to move your miraculous pen forward, versing out divine lines like lightning striking, always looking ahead … More

Students writing their PhD dissertations, that gobstruck time, wandering like zombies, as though they’ve been whacked on the head with … More

I’ve been worrying about something with increasing distress. Yesterday, after I wrote a poem about walking to lose Covid weight … More

I was sitting at the Tahitian Lānai piano barwith the actual Surgeon General of the United States,on vacation here in … More

So you’re sitting in a room with a blank piece of paper or a blank screen in front of you. … More

pretend you knew where you were goingand now you’ve run into usso follow along the silent spaces we speak in … More

The more I drinkthe higher the cigarette butts pile up in the ashtraythe more I think . . . That … More

May the insignia of the light they cast substantiate me,driving my aim for words written to convey everythingI can glean, … More