I sent out a few poems to the folks at Junk Drawer Magazine and two were accepted. One is relatively recent, and the other I wrote when I worked at Schlitz Audubon Nature Center (a factual poem about House Wrens making nests). Click the cover image below (Junk Drawer’s artwork, not mine) to see the latest edition.
Here is this little overheard gem. Every once in awhile strangers still have conversations in bars without phones between their faces. When they do, you can overhear a gem or two. This was a visitor from L.A. making a stop in Milwaukee from California. Click the arrows to the right to read the next line. Viva Midwest. Flyover and Friendly.
See you at Var Gallery this Thursday, February 15 at 8:00pm for Short Shots! This show features 7 poets including myself – and it’s free.
Here are a couple of new poems of mine, published at what I guess will be the final iteration of the Commonline Journal. Click and read with abandon.
The other day I got in the car and started to drive. I turned on the radio and heard myself talking, and for a brief moment was confused as to where and when I was. A poem I’d recorded years ago was speaking to me through the speakers. So long ago there is even a reference to the show Jersey Shore. Feel free to give a read below, but if you’d like to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth, visit the Lake Effect website.
Everything is Arbitrary
You can’t debate with memory
or slow dance a regret
The music of my youth
will always mean more
than the music of yours
How does the insect population hope to support
the spider population in my garage?
The ape I am derived from is no more superior
than the ape you are derived from
Wearing a condom is called Presponsible
New Jersey is a Napoleonic abortion of style
The path of least resistance is
the path of least remembrance
Spend too long waiting
for the bigger shinier next better option and
they all fizzle to a firecracker dud
Never wait for a white-haired
limping mall security guard
to make you feel secure