Original Poem: The Voices in Your Head
Sean MurphyBig 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…
Original Poem: South Loudoun Street, Mid-Afternoon Saturday
As part of the ever-evolving 1455 adventure, in 2019 I began spending considerable time in Winchester, VA. I loved being somewhere where you could hear (and sometimes see) the train…
Original Poem: The Insane Dog in the Alley
Abandoned dog lying on the ground This is a sad poem about a sad situation (and one we're all familiar with, as it doesn't just pertain only to our canine…
The American Cauldron
America has always been a cauldron of inconsistencies; so often in our history we’ve ended up with brilliance, tolerance, and progress only after every other option has been exhausted. We’re…