Tuesday, August 31, 2010


The old packing house has been turned into a commercial space, but one of the good places is the Thoreau, a bookstore for the Prison Project, dedicated to providing prisoners with reading.  The Thoreau has an excellent vibe, and has made a very welcoming site for local poetry readings.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Van Gogh's little chair...


...in his room in Auvers, where he spent the last two months of his life.

lingerie doll


On a side street deep in Hollywood.

I think I'll wait to post the other poem until it has actually appeared in Sow's Ear.  I don't want to violate the "previously unpublished" requirement.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Yippee-o-kai-yay

I received a lovely e-mail this morning from Kristin Zimet, the poetry editor of Sow's Ear. She wants to take two poems, "Living with the Black Dog" and "Dignitas", for their next issue.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Rant of the week

I realize that editors of journals and 'zines have many things to do, and I understand if what I have sent them isn't going to work for them (see below). Still, when they request SASEs, I include one. How hard can it be to grab for one of those pre-printed rejection notes (see below), stuff it in the envelope, and drop it in the pile of out-going mail? Seriously, I have waited 335 days for Earth's Daughters, 256 days for Chattahoochee Review, and 227 days for Alimentum. It is rude. Plus, I use my interesting stamps--the Robert Rauschenbergs, the kelp forests--because I know I will (or would) appreciate them when (if) they show up.

The poem you see below is to be read down each column, then across both lines. The first column is taken verbatim from a form rejection letter (in one of those SASEs) that the editor did send me.

Co-axial Response to a Snippy Form Rejection Letter


Since poetry is…….…sparks against darkness, conceived
in general……………..in private, so easily snuffed by
such a subjective…….random draft, made yet not made. Seek
art, I’ve found………..no solace; try to wait, go make a place,
it better not…………...be here. Fear makes us hasty;
to comment…………..too soon is like cursing the unborn,
poems simply do not….like locking up fledglings in a wooden prison
suit……………………that forbids turning to see. But never mind
my personal…………limits. Sparks transform wood.
taste………………….Only what results, emerges—nothing else concerns us.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Cat behind a door, honeycomb tile floor


She wanted so much to be let out, or at least petted, and there was nothing we could do about it.  Union Street, Cow Hollow district, SF

The blue portal to Capt. Nemo's 'comix' shop in SLO.



Marvelous blue sky today.  If I weren't in the house working, I'd never know it was 100+ outside.  The reading went well yesterday, and Russell Salomon effortlessly rewrote two poems I've been working on for...a long time.  Got right to the heart of them and everything.  Shucks.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

faded construction address


Poetry reading today at the Claremont Public Library.  I just got burned by splashback fat, preparing tonight's dinner for long slow cooking.  Really interferes with typing...and hurts like a bastard.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Lotsa stuff to write


Trying to catch those notions that appear out of the corner of my eye.  Also trying to engage the left-brain functions so I can finish up an evaluation.

Thursday, August 19, 2010