Sadly, it seems there’ll be no Leather this week. Once again, there’s just too much to be done, and by the time I get home I’m way too tired to consider writing. And so it’ll be a poetic week instead. This is another poem written as a response to a painting from an Art History …
This is late. I’m sick. Thursdays are random anyway, so what the heck. This is actually the first poem I ever published, in an issue of the Black Fly Review. It was written for an art history class where we had to select a specific painting and give a response. The example was a poem, …
It’s Thursday, and that means it’s another Random day. Today, we’re going to have a couple of poems I wrote in the 90′s. The first is called “Gypsy Bell,” written in Fort Kent, Maine, during the initial love affair I had with poetry. The second is called “Calliope and I” and was written in Seattle, …
