“The Tragedy of Lambchop Jones” Approx. 1700 words Lambchop Jones used to wonder what it would like to be black, as many people assumed he was when they didn’t have a face to put with his name. He can’t
The Empty Glass Poems (1999-2006) Numbers 3 and 4 ("Reasons to Slam" and "Pusher (Spurgie's Song)")
I had an Advanced Poetry Writing Workshop in the Spring of 2001, and it was enough to make me stop writing poetry for a few years. Nothing against the class—which was adroitly and informatively taught
Part 8 The old man looks into the eye of his mind and sees the young man he once was, a young man who had thought that distance meant progress and that one view could be better than another, who was always
The Empty Glass Poems--1999-2006 (The first two: "Keeping up with the Beckners" and "Slamming at the Empty Glass"
Many music fans in the Mid-Atlantic States know to have a bit of respect when the Empty Glass is mentioned. Even those who haven't been to the bar or heard music played there know it to be a coveted place
Part 5 The old man recalled a young man he had once been, who had gone up on a mountain, many of them in fact-- just as Jesus and Zarathustra had-- and who had ingested the things that God and Gaia had
Once he got there, being on the mountain was never the same for the young man as it was in his dreams and fantasies. These whole trips began in his daydreams in the midst of his life back from whence he
The 1995 poems--where it all began (Correspondence with Charlotte, North Carolina; Ziggle Zaggle; Drinkslinger's Lament)
I had been writing for a while before 1995, but I really didn't have much of an idea of how to go about it. Sure, I knew how to write; I knew the alphabet and how the 26 letters fit together to make words
Part 2: and why does he have to be so young? Why does he have to be a young man? He has to be a young man because we are no longer young, but we once were, and we know its advantages when it comes to
Part 1: Two Completely Different Things A young man up on a mountain is much different than a young man upon a mountain. A young man upon a mountain could have been divined there. Mountains become magical
Rock and Roll as the Poetry of Our Time--a work in progress
This is the beginning of a study. If it takes wing, it might be the beginning of a volume of entries that better trace the line of thought and the history of the focus. I welcome any suggestions you may
I am now five years sober. That is not something that I will be telling everyone I encounter, nor is it something I will shy away from. I will mention it if it comes up in conversation, and I will tell
