. . . and there was a connection to the earth, the night sky, all the stars. There was space beneath trees, under falling leaves, to dream. A day held a river, picnics on the bank. Romance was a thrush, with odes in its breast . . .
(From the book Wilderness & Love)
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
The editors at Thick With Conviction have kindly nominated my poem "The Props at My Funeral" for Best of the Net 2011, a yearly anthology that "continues to promote the diverse and growing collection of voices that are choosing to publish their work online . . ." The poem doesn't stand a chance, but sincere thanks anyway to Arielle Lancaster-LaBrea, Kayla Middlebrook and Kristina Blanton for nominating it.