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Here’s the poem I read at Monday’s “Poets Picking Poets: Poetry and Pastries” event. You’re Doin’ a Heckuva Job The current shoves us toward The wards and tin-roof neighborhood And jostles hungry orphans as they Wade across the streetcar tracks … Continue reading
Papers rained down all around her. One fluttered onto her face and she pushed it away, noticing that she had given the student a high B after all. Lying on her back in the puddle, water soaking into her … Continue reading
The issue of Folio with my story “The Cat in the Backyard” has gone to print. Look for it soon wherever you get your literary magazines. For more information about Folio, look here. http://www.american.edu/cas/literature/folio/
I am completely swamped with grading and won’t have time for much new material, if any, until after final grades are turned in three weeks from now. In the meantime, here’s an existing poem from my younger days. Can you … Continue reading
Yesterday, Jeanne Leiby passed away. She was the editor of The Southern Review, the literary journal of LSU, and a very nice person. She once penned a personalized rejection note that made me feel almost as good as an acceptance would … Continue reading
February 5th, 2004 The most frightening part of the trip occurred when they ducked into an Asian grocery store and she saw him steal four packages of soba noodles. He plucked them off the shelf and stuffed them into … Continue reading
I make no claims that what follows is a great piece of writing. It is, however, highly personal, and it’s something I’ve needed to say for longer than I care to think about. Hard to Say I’m Sorry: an Open … Continue reading
Analogy My life is like A set of lost Car keys Unimportant To so many People Valuable To others who Use it Find my life in The cushions of Your couch Or in pockets Of your heavy Old coats Drop … Continue reading
February 27th, 2004 The phone rang at three AM and I knew it had to be trouble. The moon was full and shining through my window; I could see a deep layer of frost on the ground, like the … Continue reading
Belated Victims: Living and Dying after the Storm Her name was not Michelle, but that’s what I’ll call her. On the surface, she wasn’t much different from any other freshman English student. She wrote mostly middle-of-the-road essays and … Continue reading