The Cup of Summer

  … I am drunk on the words of summer: Brandywine, Celeste, Anise Swallowtail, Cloudless Sulfur. My poem “Surfeit” has just gone live at Flyway, an online journal that takes as its mission “publishing [work] that explores the many complicated facets of the word environment – at once rural, urban, and suburban – and its social and political implications.” **** LiteraryContinue reading “The Cup of Summer”

Topic: Bookstores — Do We Really Need ‘Em?

Let’s face it: every writer is, at heart, a reader. Because of that, every writer probably has a Bookstore Story. This is one of mine. The summer after I graduated from college, way way  back in 1988,  I believed  I could best prep myself  for the looming future by: 1.   sitting on a ratty sofaContinue reading “Topic: Bookstores — Do We Really Need ‘Em?”

Pubs, Sultry Summer Edition

The Summer 2013 issue of The Massachusetts Review, which includes my story “Plenty” is out and on the metaphorical stands.  You can subscribe here. “Plenty” might be suitable for the season, which around here, we just call  “Thick of Farmer’s Market” (we also call it steamy-hot): All those years ago, when the guy with the guitarContinue reading “Pubs, Sultry Summer Edition”