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Sep.06.2010
From A VIEW FROM THE LOFT (2001)
     On Poetry and Pain               Red Smith once said, “Writing is easy. All you do is sit down and open a vein.”  This deliciously ironic statement hints at the intimate connection not only between writing and the body but also between the creative imagination and pain.  Pain comes in all varieties and intensities, and psychic anguish can often prove more...
Poem
Sep.06.2010
From CANONICALS: LOVE'S HOURS (Finishing Line, 2009)
    EQUINOX    Rain is not enough to stop the year    from turning into loss and re-entrenchment,    yet the sound drums memories down    like leaves that curled once,    loving, and were gone to join the many torn pages    of that book we like to think of    as a life with fingers, linden-shaped    disintegration...
Article
Sep.06.2010
From A VIEW FROM THE LOFT
  Species of Literary Fraud       The creative writing business, like the stock market, is booming in the '90s: in 1998, over 13,000 books of poems appeared in print, an all-time record.  Whatever we may feel about the spiritual, moral, or aesthetic state of contemporary writing, it's hard to argue that the creative writing "corporate enterprise,...
Poem
Sep.04.2010
From AMERICA BOUND: AN EPIC FOR OUR TIME (Plain View, 2007)
    Invocation    The story of a nation’s rise in global prominence    let me speak without hypocrisy    its rich veins, its blood lines spreading out,    listening to the voices of those who lived simply    for themselves and others     in the heartland of their history,    soil and memory and desire,    without...
Poem
Sep.02.2010
From MIDDLE-EAST MEZZE (forthcoming January, 2011)
  DANCE OF THE VEILS   Nothing is ever truly lost.   It’s just forlorn as the sound of jack-hammers tearing apart   the real world.   I carry with me many faces long gone: coins   in my pocket for the slot-machines of life, songs   overheard walking by an exposed balcony   with a voice that never forgets.   Sometimes the pain...