Original Poem: Chet Baker’s Smog
Sean MurphyIt remains a blessing for this writer to find publications that “get” him --and what I'm attempting with my ongoing project (the first installment, of course, being The Blackened Blues,…
Original Poem: Ghost Poem
A night image of train tracks heading towards the Milky Way Galaxy in the USA. I'm always appreciative of the great work Washington Writers' Publishing House does, and if you're…
Original Poem: South Loudon Street, First Sustained Frost
Big thanks to Plum Tree Tavern for publishing two of my poems in their latest issue, which explores the topic of Homelessness. (And thanks to them for bearing witness; with…
Original Poem: The Voices in Your Head
Big thanks to Plum Tree Tavern for publishing two of my poems in their latest issue, which explores the topic of Homelessness. (And thanks to them for bearing witness; with…
Aug 4, 1967: The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
8/4/1967: It was 55 years ago, today. With any discussion of 1967 (in general) and The Summer of Love (in particular) Sgt. Pepper soaks up so much (oh so much)…
Original Poem: South Loudon Street, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Pretty amazing to share space with the remarkable Diane Seuss (Pulitzer Prize winner, folks) and be part of The Blue Mountain Review, an absolute top tier journal I've admired for…
Original Poem: I Want to Write Poems
So, I wrote this poem exactly one year ago, today -- and it's now live, via Remington Review (their summer issue is free & live: check it out HERE; I…
Original Fiction: In My Cups
Big thanks to Flash Fiction Magazine for publishing "In My Cups," a short, sad piece that serves as a companion piece of sorts to yesterday's poem. In My Cups When…
Original Poem: After Chester Higgins’s “Bowery Denizen, 1985”
Chester Higgins has been using his extraordinary talents for decades to document America (the cities, the country, and all the people who populate it) and the wider world (check out…
Boris the Spider: Farewell to a Fop and a Fraud
So many contemporary pols—particularly right wingers—seem to acknowledge that throwing red meat to the tigers they ride will eventually be insufficient, their half-hearted embrace of the bullshit they spew seen…