Thursday, June 4, 2020
Read issue 66, The Taboo issue here:
An additional kick is that the English students (the best) made an audio version of the whole thing. If you want to hear my poem read very well, you need to get this youtube video and go exactly to 1 hour 07 minutes or 107. The video's so long because they read the stories too. And because there's so much great stuff. Listen to the whole thing, it's like reading but it's completely different.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
I was lucky. I got a poem in the first issue of a new lit mag, Dreams Walking. It's called, "Campfire Programs at Big Basin State Park," a place where I used to go in the summer as a kid. I went back recently to camp, hike and go to evening campfire programs. They're still good, but they use a video projector, and there's no raging bonfire and no roaring campfire songs that I remember so well. Maybe that's a great truth, you can't go back again. But then you can in a poem.
There are lots of fine poems in this mag. And mine is accompanied by an eerie forest photo. Thanks to the editors for this opportunity.
Sunday, May 24, 2020
In this gigantic issue, together with lots of great writers presenting great work (I've only scratched the surface so far, but I recommend diving in), the editors have put together a beautiful presentation of my work with an introduction by Hezekiah full of excessive compliments, then the poems, then a short essay I wrote about my inspiration, that you'll surely find disappointing, then my standard biography. I love it. I'm thrilled.
Plus, if you're like me and often need to tune your ukulele, remember: My Dog Has Fleas.
Please go here. You gotta see this.
Thursday, May 14, 2020
My small contribution is called, "Thud." It's a depressing poem about a tragedy. Still wanna read it? Maybe that's what we need. Scaramanzia: a counter-spell to take off the bad luck.
There are loads of good reads in this issue and the past issues of SLJ. Check it out. My thanks to editor, Ian Allaby, for his help and encouragement.
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
Read my story here:
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
It's just poetry, it won't bite.
Thursday, March 19, 2020
Back in January, a couple of my poems came out in Poesis, my favorite poetry magazine (for obvious reasons). Both "The Free Way" and "The Lost Blip" have to do with driving; both are set in California, the driving state. When I go home, for example, I just take 101 South to 92 East across the San Mateo Bridge then 880 North 238 East and the great 580 across the valley to 205 all the way to Tracy. About an hour and I'm in my own bed. Simple. My Italian wife disagrees. 'Spouting numbers' in Italian means you're crazy.
I may be crazy about driving, but I'm thrilled to have my poems in Poesis again.
Monday, March 16, 2020
Phenomenal Literature is the journal's name. My poem is called "Red". It's sort-of about teaching. I'm really happy to be published in India again. There's so much great poetry coming from that subcontinent right now. And promotion of poetry and poets. My book, Bitter Pills, is published in India by CyberWit. If you can support them, buy PL and/or BP.
Thanks to the editors of Phenomenal Literature for this opportunity.
Monday, March 9, 2020
Today my collection of haiku, called Bitter Pills, comes out worldwide. You can get a copy from Amazon or from the publisher, Cyberwit.net. Many thanks to editor, Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal, who walked me through the process and designed the cover. The poems are numbered so you can check the acknowledgements at the end if you want. All have been previously published, tried and true.
These are tiny poems, ideas or images boiled down to a bare minimum. They took me years to write and revise. Sometimes smaller is harder. Yet, as they say, Small is Beautiful.
As I put the poems together, I needed a theme and a title. Bitter Pills came to me instantly, given the ambivalent attitude, sometimes bordering on pessimism, of many of the haiku. The form is often three-lines mimicking the traditional Japanese forms, but allowing for modern English-language variations. The most traditional are first, then they get more experimental towards the end. Most would technically be called senryu, which is a more human-centered type.
If you buy a copy, I'll be happy. Hope you like it. Let me know. Read them slowly, like taking pills (even sugar pills), maybe one a day or even one a week. I think there are, in fact, 52.
In these hard times, a little book of little poems might be just what the doctor ordered to combat the chaos all around us.
Thursday, February 6, 2020
"Aurora" is the title of the latest issue of Down in the Dirt. It's big and bold. Get it. My poem is called North Wind. Alaska makes an appearance. Read it. And let me know what you think. I'm glad to be published again where I belong: down in the dirt.
Friday, January 24, 2020
Thursday, November 28, 2019
I don't know what futures trading means in financial terms, and I don't quite understand the journal's slogan: Futures Trading presents forward-facing literary exchanges among singular possessives. Nevertheless, I like this mimimalist-style journal a lot and am honored to be included in the current issue with a poem called, "The African Sun Stands Tall". Thanks to the boss, Caleb Puckett.
Monday, November 25, 2019
"Open Leather Letter" is about finding a pair of shoes; "shadows, and, magnetism" is about something else. Two new poems in Poesis, number 8, Dec. 2019. I'm thrilled. I really like this journal, and I'll surely submit again. Thanks to the editors, and thanks to the readers - you included.
Saturday, November 23, 2019
"Yeast" is the name of my poem in The Rat's Ass Review, current issue. It's a rude name for a gentile journal. If you give a rat's ass you should read this mag for some great contemporary literature. Scroll down to find me in the P's. Thanks to editor, Roderick Bates, for including my work. Poetry doesn't give one fame or fortune, so the only reason to do it is if you give a rat's ass. Actually that's the only good reason to do anything.
Monday, November 11, 2019
Friday, October 18, 2019
Oops, I missed telling you about a couple short poems published last spring in the First Literary Review - East. Thanks again to Cindy Hochman and Karen Neuberg for their kindness and the energy it takes to put together such an impressive publication month after month. Most of the poems are short or very short, like candy, but not fattening. Grab a handful and munch.
I took this picture of my friend this summer in southern Oregon.
Thursday, October 17, 2019
That's a poem of mine in Amethyst, a publication also called: New Writing Engaging with the Sacred. I am so glad that editor, Sarah Law, chose my work, although I'm not sure how sacred it is. On the verge of blasphemy is more like it. However, I love this publication, I get an email poem every day from Sarah, and I love the color of the main page of the site. You should definitely sign up, whether you think you're spiritually aware or not. There's some great poetry here.
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Thanks to editor, Jeffrey Reno.
Sunday, October 13, 2019
I've been published before in Former People: a journal of bangs and whimpers, and I consider myself a former person too. The poem this time is called: A Closed System. It is meant to be funny and scary. And a slam on our faith in technology. "We wrecked the Earth, let's go to Mars!" or whatever. All terrible ideas, we fix one problem and create another. The only way out is to limit the damage until our descendants can find harmony and peace within and without. Or we all become former.
Friday, October 11, 2019
Agony Opera is a bilingual literary magazine headquartered, if I'm not mistaken, in Bangladesh. That in itself is exciting. To have four poems included in the June issue all the more so. And the picture of Michelangelo's David blowing bubble gum is crazy good. Thanks to the editors, keep up the good work.
Thursday, October 10, 2019
The blue lake in the photo, Lago di Ganzirri, is near my house. I used to walk around it every day.
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
... not a door? When it's a jar, Robin, when it's a jar.
Door is a Jar Magazine is a great young print or kindle journal of literature. I'm honored to be included in the latest issue with a poem about my father called, "Dad signing his name". Thanks to poetry editor, Corinne Alice Nulton, for her kindness and support.
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Oh man! I have five long poems in the current issue of Ginosko LJ, the one with the beautiful watercolor of a mountain lake on it. I've admired Ginosko for awhile and am giddy to be included. A million thanks to eds. Robert Paul Cesaretti and Maggie Heaps. Read the whole issue to get to pages 134-143 to get to my stuff, then keep going. There's something rude and something tricky, something squirmy and something punchy in my five. Good reading. I'm very pleased.
Monday, October 7, 2019
Rick Lupert runs the Poetry Super Highway and chooses the poets of the week. In July, I was offline, but was chosen for this honor nonetheless. Two poems are included: "Drought Has Ended" and "The Key Drawer". Get on board the highway and cruise! You can get email updates and check out all the new material from real people. Thanks again Rick.
The Hunger Journal, issue 5, included my story, "Save the Tiger". It's a bit gory, that's fun. It's about a dead serious problem -- the extinction of the tiger -- but it's also meant to be funny. Maybe it's a contradictory story, for sure it's short. Five lines is all you get. Enough? Thanks to Lena Ziegler and Erin Slaughter, editors of The Hunger. The hunger: feel it. The tiger does.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Mine is number 4 right now. If I Had a Pneumatic Drill is a play on the song, "If I had a hammer", and the topic, well, I'll let you work it out. My thanks to Myna Girl, Juliet Cook, for including my work in her group. There are only 13 of us on the wire right now, take a look before we fly.
Friday, October 4, 2019
I have a couple poems in the latest issue of Poesis. You can download the whole thing from the website, brew some tea and have a good read. It might calm the storm inside that echoes the storm outside. Or maybe that's just me. Anyway, I'm grateful to editor, Silviu Craciunas, and the editorial board for choosing "MRI" and "Her Space" for Poesis Literary Magazine.
Thursday, October 3, 2019
A few days ago I was relaxing on the Ramingo's porch, wiping a knife, staring at the ceiling, etc. Actually those are poems on the Ramingo blog related to the poetry journal, The Ramingo's Porch. When I submitted I didn't know the journal came from Italy: that's very cool. Thanks to Elena Bello and Mendes Biondo for the support. These are somewhat formal poems and many journals won't even give them a chance. I'm grateful that you did.
Wednesday, October 2, 2019
"It" is a poem of mine that came out today in Neologism Poetry Journal. "It" is not a neologism (a new word), but perhaps it is used in a new way. You decide. This issue of this wonderful journal is not huge, it contains about ten poems, so it is easy to read them all in one go. Do it. They're great.
My thanks to editor, Christopher Fields, for his kindness and care. I'll be spending a few minutes with every issue of Neologism from now on.
Thursday, June 27, 2019
I'm on the road, so I'll just leave these without comment and later expand on my satisfaction with appearing in these great publications.
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Monday, May 20, 2019
Sunday, April 7, 2019
Okay, reading the Wales Haiku Journal may not be as fun as walking under a teetering rock, but the thrill lasts a lot longer. Try it yourself. You'll find one of my short poems in the latest issue. It starts with powerlines and goes from there. You'll have to scroll down a ways, a good excuse for slowly reading all the others. Scared of reading? Scared of poetry? That's okay, lots of people are scared of teetering rocks too. They're all dangerous.
Monday, April 1, 2019
I didn't see right away that this story had been published. My bad. Anyhow, Quail Bell Magazine presents: "The Wandering Jew Plays Baseball". It's the first published story in a planned series of adventures of the world's oldest superhero, the immortal, the eternal, possibly Cain himself, perhaps a shoemaker, perhaps a hunter. In any case, there's little in my stories that refers to Judaism, and plenty of immortality. I mean, the Wanderer has seen it all, done it all, met everyone, read all the books, been everywhere. Cool, huh? Except that he's never played baseball. Until now. Thanks to the Quail Bell Magazine editors and to Gretchen Gales for the beautiful accompanying photo.
Friday, March 29, 2019
Shot Glass Journal, a journal of short poetry, half-full and half-empty but still enough to get you drunk, is now online. One of my short poems is printed there, on the right, under the heading "International Poets". That makes me proud. Thanks to the editors of Muse-Pie Press.
So gang, belly up to the bar, click, sip and drink in the words. Then call a taxi.
Saturday, March 23, 2019
When I was in my twenties, we were all reading a book called, "Small is Beautiful", by E. F. Schumacher, which, though outdated, still contains valid points. In the current issue of Creatrix Magazine (44), I have a poem made of only seven words. Seven words deemed worthy of this prestigious publication based in WA, which stands for Western Australia, not Washington state, where I've been spending time recently. It's full of small poems, mostly haiku, and all beautiful. Read online here:
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Two of my poems, "Nausea of Numbers" and "Nudists", can be found in Rue Scribe (Underwood Press), posted on Feb. 12. Rue Scribe is an online journal for small literature providing a big space for lots of writers to shine in the sun. Thanks to editor, Eric Luthi, for this opportunity.
Rue Scribe itself is either a street in Paris or a regretful author or something else entirely. No matter, it's a site to bookmark and read regularly.
Monday, March 11, 2019
Monday, February 18, 2019
The photo is of Bear Creek, Colorado, waiting to thaw.
read the blog here and order your little copy of BCH:
I'm also very pleased to see three little poems reprinted in issue 152. Thanks ayaz!
Monday, February 11, 2019
Years ago, when I started publishing poetry, the standard payment was two copies, paper copies. I love that my poems, "Incorporation" and "Dumbass", were included in the latest issue of the James Dickey Review. And I love this journal in particular because I'm a big fan of the poetry and novels of James Dickey. And I love that they still send contributer's copies even though the postage is expensive. Thanks. Especially to editor, Wayne Glowka, who helped me revise the poems. Now if you want a copy, you'll have to buy one yourself (paper or digital through Amazon: currently free). You can find JDR on Facebook or write to them here. As far as I know, they don't have a website. Now that's old school!
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Five of my poems appeared recently on The Ugly Writers website. I am very pleased to be published by this journal based in The Philippines. That's a first. It's all online, check it out. Maybe you can be an ugly writer too.
Sunday, February 3, 2019
My poem,"The Seed and No Excuses", appears in the latest issue of Straight Forward Poetry (page 22). It's not such a straight-forward poem, but since it appealed to editor, Lindsey Lewis Smithson, I've re-evaluated it. Maybe I finally get it. Thanks to Ms. Lewis Smithson and SFP for this chance to unravel my own work.
Here's where you can buy issue 15 of Straight Forward Poetry for less than €4.40:
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Failed Haiku is an excellent literary journal that specializes in the type of haiku called senryu, which breaks some of the traditional rules. Senryu isn't really failed haiku but merely a more human-centered form as opposed to a nature-centered form. I love it. Remember Frost's description of free verse as "playing tennis without a net"? Easier but not as fun. Well, most poets today, me included, write mostly in free verse. Is that failed poetry? Of course not. Just different.
My thanks to editor Mike Rehling for publishing me again in one of my favorite journals. Read it all. It's like eating peanuts.
Monday, January 14, 2019
Inside the poetry journal, The Dreaming Machine, you can find, if you like, several of my poems. Thanks to editor, Pina Piccolo, who, I discovered, is a mid-Atlantic person like myself, part-American, part-Italian, part-Citizen of the World, part-whatever. The first and third poems, in fact, deal with Italian topics, the second and fourth, American. "Going to the Edge of the Land," "Sensitivity Training, California 1970," "Death of a Sentient Being," and "Our War is Over," are the titles. Once you're there, you can surf around the whole website which includes fiction and non-fiction and other stuff, some with a socio-political bent, and plenty of interesting poetry. I also like the photos, especially the one accompanying my work. So thanks again.
Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
The Tomorrow issue of the Coventry, England-based journal, Here Comes Everyone, includes my story, "Broken Worlds." Thanks to editor, Matthew Barton and the whole HCE team. The story is so weird, driven by such a peculiar sense of humor, that other magazines were scared to print it (or just didn't like it). Hoorah for Here Comes Everyone! I've seen the whole issue and it's great. You'll have to spend a few pounds to get a hard copy, but it's worth it. Here's where to order:
Martin (pronounced Martin)
Thursday, September 13, 2018
The Wagon Magazine is beautiful. It's rich with wonderful writing. Editor, Krishna Prasad, chose to publish five of my poems here. Thank you, sir. I am thrilled and honored to be published in your international journal based in India. I keep noticing great poetry coming out of India these days. Perhaps it appeals to me because we use the same language, but I suspect that there is a reawakening of Indian poetry going on now at the same time as the economic boon. Someday I will visit your vast country to see for myself, as we all should.
In the meantime, here is a link to my poems and the whole issue of Wagon Magazine.
Thursday, September 6, 2018
the digital codex of Pan-American writing, get it? Poetry fanatics. Tifosi scatenati di poesie. Something like that.
"Nixon's Barber" is a story about my grandfather, sort of. It's a story, so only part of it really happened. It finds it's place in this wonderful largely-Latino-themed bilingual journal. I'm so proud of this, not the story as much as the prestige of the publication and the opportunity they gave me for wider readership. Thanks to editors: Yago S. Cura, Jim Heavily, James Cervantes, Jennifer Therieau. I'll brag about this for years.
And the best part: the whacked-out illustration that accompanies the text.