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?”