An audio recitation of Robert Browning's "Porphyria's Lover."

A new essay from your resident contrarian.

Greetings, readers! I hope you all had a nice holiday season and are as ready for the New Year as I am. 2024 was both challenging and...

The leaves and acorns fall and leave a densely populated gram on the cemented places that should still be nature places. The weather is...

When crossing the road, the person who looks only left, the person who looks only right, both get hit by cars.

Stormborn: A Poem Peter, come out of the clouds. You fly too high. The virtues of the ground outweigh reaching for the crib. Born of the...

Yes, I am a poet (playwright), two hundred years too late… I was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, choking me. When I...

I am so excited to announce that a poem of mine, "The Rain Dance," has won 2nd Prize in Blue Institute's Words on Water Writing Contest...

Something a little different today: a video recitation of my new poem, "Descent to Timon's Cave."

There are things you assume you know— the waves of emotion, the choice of conflagration or inhumation, the cavern in your heart. But...