The awful virus of it; the expectations of genius Arising out of nothing mere attention to the banal I’ve gotten old enough to just...

The day of this interview , I took lunch and sat in the café downstairs from work. The café is awful; the items pretty and sweet and...

The title occurred to me years ago and for a long time I could do nothing with it. Its not the title of a poem, its a poem itself. The...

Sometime around 2000 while between jobs, I joined a performance series named Four Brothers. It was the luckiest of gigs for me. The...