What Are You Reading?

This week I am deep into the biography of John Horne Burns, the gay writer most known for his post-WWII novel The Gallery. The biography Dreadful: The Short Life and Gay Times of John Horne Burns by David Margolick paints a picture of a talented gay writer who finds himself unable to his own hardships and disappointments […]

Memory and Effigy

I recently read a draft of a poem that had the line “Why recently, I am so drawn to dilapidation.”   If you read my recent post, you will know that I most whole-heartedly agree with that statement!  Again and again, I am being drawn to images, places, and people that are past their prime. […]

New Places to Find My Work: RFD Magazine

The Fall 2011 issue of RFD Magazine is dedicated to Walt Whitman and Edward Carpenter.  My essay about Whitman, Montana, and Allen Ginsberg “Stranger if You Passing Meet Me” can be found therein. RFD Magazine is that began in 1974 after “The Whole Earth Catalog” refused to print anything about gay men.  Originally aimed at reaching […]

Dream of the Unified Media: Jory Mickelson on The Cure’s Disintegration

Check out my mini-essay on music over at Charles Jensen’s blog Kinema Poetics! Dream of the Unified Media: Jory Mickelson on The Cure’s Disintegration: “Coming Out & Coming Apart”     Plainsong I can feel the heavy wash of synthesizers vibrating their way out from the scratchy…”

Book Notes On: The Car That Brought You Here Still Runs by Frances McCue

Hardcover, 266 pagesFrom University of Washington March 2010ISBN: 9780295989648 The Car That Brought You Here Still Runs is a tour of the Pacific Northwest through the eyes of Richard Hugo’s poems. If you don’t know who Richard Hugo is, you are missing out. Born in White Center, Washington and buried in Missoula, Montana, Hugo’s poetry […]

A Different, But Still FANTASTIC Essay by Mishon Wooldridge

Autobiography for the Queen of Cups 1. Butter clams were the first food I ever took directly from the earth. Goo and grit and salt. Those were easy. My brother and I six and five years old, we carried the bucket between us. My dad in his late 30’s, hauled two shovels and told us […]

Line by Line the Poem Comes Together

When I was seven or eight, I wanted drawing lessons. Both of my parents, art teachers, were not eager to pay for me to learn how to draw. My father said that he would teach me. He set to work helping me draw dinosaurs from illustrations in a book. These weren’t children’s drawings; they were […]