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J Cage: Music is permanent; only listening is intermittent

Monday, August 21, 2017

Zodiac Poetics

Honored to be featured in Zodiac Poetics at Entropy today, across the eclipse, in the 29 degree of Leo. Thanks kindly to Michelle, et al., for having me!

Thursday, June 15, 2017


My contributor copy of ZEN MONSTER just came in the mail. Pleased as punch to be a part of this stellar issue, full of work to admire amidst the urgency, greenness, and scattering of cottonwood seeds that is early summer. Thanks to Brian Unger, Denise Newman, Hank Lazer, et. al. for having me.

PS-Shout-out the the poem this blog was named after. 

Monday, February 20, 2017


Delighted to be reading around in the new Interim this morning and find myself in the company of so many loved ones.
*I hope you'll find company here too and find your way to Claudia Keelan's incredible "A PREFACE IS AN AFTERWOR(L)D": "It feels, this attempt to speak to our present moment, nearly insurmountable, as my vocabulary, as the vocabulary of our nation, has suffered what seems a death blow. What can be said simply can't be said in the same way any longer [...] This bankruptcy of language didn't begin with Trump, and it won't end with his presidency. It began in our most progressive, national dialogues and in our progressive fear of calling out reductive, totalizing, or simply unkind words because they either appealed to our own biases or because these words and phrases were, in however limited way, in service of the right causes."

Sunday, February 19, 2017


"Edges are sources of tremendous transformative potential. Edges are where we give way to Thomas Carlyle and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Not Me” (Sartor Resartus: Natural Supernaturalism, Nature). Writers and readers meet at edges where writing gives way to reading. We come to rest in the activity of the Beloved at edges. Robin Blaser says this better than anyone else I know when he says, “companions are/ horizons” (“Image-Nation 7 (l’air,” The Holy Forest)."
I'm so grateful to have "Fast In Thy Paradise, Where No Flower Can Wither," an essay about my Grandma Hauke's passing that I wrote back in the spring of 2011, in the new Saltfront.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Last year's ferns


Honored to be included in the latest stunning print volume of Interim: A Journal of Poetry & Poetics, featuring work curated from the 2016 online issues alongside additional material. Copies available at the Submittable page. 

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Silver Lake 2.1.2017

Grateful to get up into a window of clean air/ snowshoe around Silver Lake with G Wed morning