Original Poem: Private Pyle’s Pain
Sean MurphyThanks again to The Good Men Project for publishing more of my work, part of an ongoing project that explores (and interrogates) toxic masculinity. This short poem also touches on…
Original Poem: Sonny Rollins’s Bridge
Gratitude to the wonderful Burningword Literary Journal for publishing this poem. (And thanks again to them for publishing my poem "Charlie Mingus's Miracle, and nominating it for a Pushcart Prize.)…
Original Poem: Himmler’s First Blasphemy
While I could probably get away with claiming this poem was written in recent weeks, it was actually completed before the 2016 election. It was inspired by a book reading…
2020: A Creative Recap
What's left to be said about 2020 that has not already been articulated? DespiteI managed to write 33 new poems (and have 12 published or accepted for future publication; including…
Original Poem: John Coltrane’s Cancer
I've written a ton about John Coltrane, easily one of my all-time sources of light, love, and inspiration. But to tackle such a giant, creatively? It's part of a project…
Original Poem: What a Wonderful World?
Couple of things: if you only know Louis Armstrong because of his ebullient and impossible to not love rendition of "What a Wonderful World," you may be pleasantly surprised to…
Original Poem: Peregrination
Excited to see the latest issue of the great Exterminating Angel Press. I'm also happy to be included with so many other excellent writers. Check out my poem, "Peregrination," (written…
Original Poem: Notes from Underground
Butch Warren One enters writing contests the same way one plays the lottery: with hope but no real expectation. I was, therefore, surprised and delighted to be awarded 2nd Prize…
Original Poem, “Bud Powell’s Brain,” in new Anthology
I'm honored to have my poem "Bud Powell's Brain" included in the new anthology Revisiting the Elegy in the Black Lives Matter Era. From the book's description: Revisiting the Elegy…
National Poetry Month #20: Charlie Mingus’s Miracle
April, according to this poet, is the cruelest month. April, according to these lovers of poetry, is National Poetry Month, and the only cruelty is metaphorical (which isn’t to say T.S. Eliot was being…