Abstract You may read, within my journey, of a resonant landscape in your dreams – perhaps intimations unheeded, messages waiting to be...

People have the idea, the notion, the belief – that because they can use a computer, that makes them a writer. Nothing could be wronger....

to: cast more spells change my name dance naked in the lightning fields of Quemado New Mexico drink strange brews have my fortune told by...

How to dance in the ether without setting your shoes on fire No one likes immolation of any kind. Whether self-inflicted or...

I used to hate to shop for food. The crowds. The narrow aisles. The large shopping carts. The people who perpetually block aisle...

I remember Jack Thomas’ early morning college poetry classes. We sat on the floor in his study and Jack read poetry. And it wasn’t...

A story tells itself to me in words, phrases, impressions, insistences, images, and sometimes song lyrics. The story that wants to be...

Jack Thomas taught poetry when I was an undergraduate at The College of New Jersey. I sat cross-legged on his office floor and soaked in...

I’m a writer, editor, organizational wizard, and Master Crayon Maker. It’s the last hat that I’m going to talk about. A brief history of...

I love to fall into a book, into its rhythms and cadences. But when I read a book these days, I invariably find proofreading errors. ...