Looking up on a breezy almost-Autumn day, the grey half-moon hovers in an expanse of azure, a thumbprint from the hand of a pale blue dot.
My poem, “Another Poem About the Moon”, was just published in the new issue of Literary Orphans. Huge thanks to Mike Joyce, Scott Walden, and Peter Marra for allowing my work to grace their pages for the third time. I also want to thank Kaia Pieters, featured artist, for the beautiful photography that accompanies my … More Recent Publications
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.” ~George Carlin
We don’t know shit about the moon, her wants or desires, what she feels when she looks at us across the expanse, so green and blue and teeming with life. And us, like a giant eye looking back, plotting our next invasion. We look up into endlessness and there she is. Patient. Steady. Loyal. We … More Another Poem About the Moon
This is what happens when you take photos of the Super Moon in slowmo without a tripod, trying to catch it between cloud cover. The middle and right ones were taken through the banana canopy in my backyard. Actually, I’m ok with the pics. They remind me of a grainy B-movie from the ’50’s.
The moon hung low in the sky not quite half in size and glowing like a neon sign for wayward astronauts. A big pine tree backlit by a street light raised its spikey boughs beneath as though stretching to brush electric confetti from the crescent surface. The dog and I meander down the street, he … More Worlds Apart
Dream of Avá i’ll sing to you of the new moon tonight as it’s mysterious silvery beams pour over my body as warm as your body felt pressed into mine. i’ll roll my hips in a primitive pagan dance older than the earth , from the time of stars and galaxies and flying moons from … More Dream of Avá