Greetings and welcome to my homepage.
As Poet Laureate of Virginia, I extend a special welcome to visitors from our Commonwealth. Thank you for dropping by! I invite you to click on The Nearest Poem Anthology tab.
There you will learn about a project I initiated to create a testament to the immediacy of poetry and its relevance in our lives.
Although the period for submissions is now closed, I hope you will look forward, as I do, to the anthology's publication in January 2014 by Cedar Creek Press. Reading the poems and essays in the book may encourage you to wonder about your own personal experience with a particular poem--or poems--and share that experience with others.
Some excerpts from my poems...
Interim is the word I would use the most cautiously,
How precarious its hum,
ear to earth, plumbing earth, earthwise.
From "The Soul's Landscape" (A Commerce of Moments)
Let’s say we leave out every thirdness, the odd drone
hovering over a bee-line, the loose tongue
in the uncommon serpent,
threading a twig... instead,
we slip into a commerce of moments: one-two,
one-two: noon gossip for midnight truth,
leaf-lethargy for home.
Two crows have scared the crickets balancing our luck –
a caw, a pull, a pause –
what could, what must become of a life.
From "The Tightrope" (A Commerce of Moments)
I am bewildered by my fall,
how the ground rose between groans and good lips,
how it hummed when the tower homed,
fully into ashes.
And all I heard, whooshed between words,
was love you, love me.
From "The House That Spoke" (Fully Into Ashes)
A restless voice cries out across the street
and steals what twilight gives them, tipping earth;
the dual scents of lamb and mint converse,
and mindless of the door, feasts wander in.
No matter if they pull the shades, latch inwardly
the locks; the world must sneak its aches, its carbon in.
Won't one of them respond: cheeks risen, feverish?
And won't the other pray with human breath?
From "Why Honeymoons Are Brief" (Love and the Afterlife)