“Listen: there was a goat’s head hanging by ropes in a tree. All night it hung there and sang. And those who heard it Felt a hurt in their hearts and thought they were hearing The song of a night bird…” In an effort to share more modern poetry with the world, I am attempting… Continue reading Strange Sundays: “Listen: there was a goat’s head hanging by ropes in a tree”
We’ve been very busy at the Molotov Cocktail headquarters lately, and since I also read at the Phantom Drift ensemble reading at Mother Foucault’s Bookshop this last weekend, my blogging has been on hold. I hope to get some new material up soon, regarding MFA advice, writing contest advice, and I’ll tackle the controversial subject… Continue reading Rust+Moth
I currently have seven poems in two exceptionally fine literary publications. These include five poems in Prairie Schooner and two in december Magazine. You can order both online. Feed your brain.