July1
Dead Mule’s Summer Sabbatical Issue is up, with three of my poems (”The Language of Waiting,” “Fuel,” and “Sonic Crochet Hook”). Don’t miss the Southern Legitimacy Statements of the various contributors.
June Cotner has reprinted my “Prayer for Perspective” in her anthology Serenity Prayers: Prayers, Poems, and Prose to Soothe Your Soul. Haven’t seen the book yet, but the check arrived last week, and it will pay for lunch with friends tomorrow and Friday.
June26
Perhaps this has already been done, perhaps it is tasteless, but it is what I needed to write, and I only half believe those detractions may be true. Modified triolets are the only way I can parse the news.
Do you recall when Michael Jackson died?
The crowds, their rhythmic fists, the scenes
of Tehran bleeding in a sea of green?
That Neda Agha-Soltan died
for a democracy the whole world had denied?
We listen but that bridges no divide.
Do you recall when Michael Jackson died?
Tehran, bleeding, in a sea of green.
June23
Murray Mound Pantoum
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June5
I went to hear Diane Lockward read at the Dire Literary series in Cambridge.
There was an hour of open mic readings (which I arrived moments too late to sign up for), a break, and then the 3 featured readers. I enjoyed all the featured readers, although I thought Kim Adrian’s piece was a little too long to listen to.
I had never heard Diane read before and it was a treat. She’s so expressive, both in her tone and her phrasing. I’ve never heard anyone read the way she does and it is enchanting.
Because they are mostly free verse poems, I think it is impossible to capture how she does read on the page. Even metrical poetry wouldn’t notate the pitches she uses. So I encourage you to hear her, if she’s ever in your neck of the woods.
Read “Pyromania” (scroll down to the bottom of the page), which opens:
The heart wants what the heart wants,
and what it wants is fire.
Thank you, Diane!
June5
I am tired of clearing out spam comments, so I thought I would post the cover of my forthcoming chapbook, for some smiles:

June3
Over at the New York Times tennis blog, Thomas Lin (no relation to me) posted this afternoon on Poetry in Motion. He quotes Robert Pinsky at length, embeds a YouTube video of Federer and Nadal reciting Kipling’s “If” (apparently arranged by the BBC circa during last year’s Wimbledon), and invites readers to post their own lyric commentary if so moved: “Got a French Open storyline you’re itching to put to verse? Send us your tennis poetry in the comment form below, be it a sonnet in iambic pentameter, haiku, free verse or a simple couplet. One request: keep it short and sweet.”
(As I note at my fandom journal, I actually do have some tennis poems starting to make a racket in my head, but they are unlikely to be either short or sweet by the time I get around to serving them up — which won’t be tonight in any case. It also just now occurred to me that once I upload my snapshots from a Paris “poetry garden” to their online album, I should tell all y’all more about it — it certainly helped rescue a somewhat-futile afternoon (short version: rode Metro across Paris (three transfers!) and waited in queue for Roland Garros evening pass; didn’t get it; consoled self with roses and people-watching).
May24
Stumbled upon the Marais Mona Lisait this afternoon. It’s the Paris equivalent of a remainders bookshop (e.g., Afterwords or Daedalus), which is the Peg equivalent of a crack den, especially given that the second floor has a stash of bilingual poetry editions for 1.5 EUR each, though I managed to limit myself to three volumes: miscellaneous poems by Dante (Italian/French), Louis Macneice (English/French), and Robert Herrick (English/French).