Poetry

Published Poetry:

When it is still available, I have linked to the poem on the publication’s site.

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As Featured in
Off the Coast:

Rosemary for Remembrance

As Featured in
The Legendary:

One Inappropriate Analogy Haiku

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As Featured in
the Write Bloody Press book
“The Good Things About America”:

Emily’s Legacy

Emily’s Legacy (audio)

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As Featured in

PANK Magazine:

Ten Inappropriate Dopplegangbanger Haikus

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As Featured in
The New Verse News:

Dear David Plouffe…

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As Featured in

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As Featured in
Dressing Room Poetry Journal:

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As Featured in
RFD:

The Pavilion
(short fiction, no longer available, published Fall 1987).

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As Featured in
Danse Macabre:

New York Argues For the Existence of God in Central Park / New York Argues Against the Existence of God in Union Square

So Little Light Finds Its Way Into Our Alley

The Reconciliation

Christopher Street Leather, NYC

That Meter of Air (Frontispage to Issue 109)

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As Featured in

The November 3rd Club (no longer publishing):

As Featured in
Warrior Poets: A Path and a Task That Does Not End
Edited by Ko Shin Bob Hanson

Distant Thunder

As Featured in

TreeHouse Arts:

Mountain Meadows

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Featured Poem:

Rosemary for Remembrance


wild rosemary memories
     of the gardens of northern california
the sprig she cut for each of us
     after the handfasting
is on my altar still
     a decade and a half later
she was roomy and luxuriant
     and he was mushroom puck
heavy earth mother bosom and
     randy roving pan
an archetypal pair
     but in our hearts we celebrants knew
          their future would not be kind
rosemary for remembrance she said
     handing me the cut and fragrant twig
her eyes wet with newfound love
     as she hugged me to her thick breast
          tears in a lace handkerchief
               and fingers sweet with spring herb
a year later
     her pan found me in a beltane bower
and tossed the condoms aside

This poem first published in Off the Coast.

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