Publications…
CURRENT PERIODICALS:
"Reciprocity Suite” Center for Humans and Nature
BOOKS:
IN THE CITIES OF SLEEP
Poems addressing the climate crisis from Fernwood Press, February 2023.
I am pleased that Fernwood Press has published my collection of poems addressing the climate crisis, In the Cities of Sleep. I’d especially like to thank my publisher, Eric Muhr, for his kind support. I feel fortunate to have found a partner in Fernwood Press.
Extraction: Art on the Edge of the Abyss, an arts project to instigate a shift in consciousness on behalf of our beloved and endangered Earth, rolled out in 2021 with a boundless web of international arts actions -- exhibits, solo and collaborative performances, mixed media events, music, dance, print -- surprises yet to be imagined. Go to EXTRACTION for information and inspiration. Look at the Participants lists -- there’s bound to be a way you can join our best inventive wits for a continuing “glorious ruckus.”
In the Cities of Sleep
INSISTENT GRACE is available from Fernwood Press:
http://www.barclaypressbookstore.com/All-Books/
The poems on my Poetry As It Happens page are from my latest books, In the Cities of Sleep and Insistent Grace.
THE POET’S HOUSE
The Poet’s House written to live in Bruce Johnson’s large sculpture, Poetry House, this book-length hand-written poem encourages each of us to enter the landscape of poetic mind. “The poet’s house is the house without walls. . . . It is the dust and ashes of our world with all its violence and its beauty, it’s temple bells, its wars and its ruins.” This book is a long meditation from a state of mind so personal it passes through itself and shape-shifts to something larger, something I cannot call my own.
REPORT
poetry chapbook, dPress
LANGUAGE FOR THE WILD
poetry chapbook, Quicksilver Mine Co. Gallery
DARK SEASON
poetry chapbook, Quicksilver Mine Co. Gallery
DESIRE BEING FULL OF DISTANCES
poetry, Calliopea Press
WHILE THE DISTANCE WIDENS
short fiction, Floating Island Press
THE STONES THE DARK EARTH
poetry chapbook, Harlequin Ink
These books may be ordered here through the contact link.
For additional publications in magazines and journals visit
From In the Cities of Sleep…
Bringing Back Water
That night you went down the street
to bring back water – sweet
smell of rain
on your shirt, the good water
from who-knows-where
in its killer-plastic bottle. Wind
through the open door, leaving
returning. Now stars,
too early for the old moon.
There is a wilderness of pure joy
beneath all sorrow.
It’s where things begin.
From Insistent Grace…
SWIMMER
I look for the lazy chartreuse light
It glides with me over the long black line
wavering up from the bottom. I fin over it,
my one good eye tracking the course. Weightless
and sleek, my arms and shoulders strong,
as good as any graced beast, safe
in my water home, easy in the blindness
of my felt world, my slippery self, easy
to believe in love here, easy here to be a body.
It’s all silver and chartreuse and if it rains,
silver in the sky, too, in the hissing surface,
the chartreuse shot through,
each drop a small electric ecstasy.
I roll my head to gulp the sharp air
and the ping ping of buckshot rain stings
the closed lid I don’t see through, but even then
I can feel the light, the shadow, the wet chartreuse
rolling below my other ear.
My slippery self -- chartreuse and silver
are my skin, the black line my belly, the rain
my own electric sky brain – ping ping ping. Easy
this way, my one good eye not even trying.