Some twenty years ago, I was living alone in an East Hollywood apartment (directly across the street from the world headquarters of the Church of Scientology). One night as I tried to sleep, somebody’s dog commenced barking and never stopped.... Continue reading

My friend and colleague, Alister Sanderson—professor, experimental filmmaker, and former creative director and senior producer at the A & E Network—has embarked upon an interesting little project. Well, maybe not so little. “In the old Anglo-Saxon riddles,” Alister says, “things... Continue reading

I’m not much of a fan of Independence Day. “What a waste of gunpowder and sky,” Aimee Mann sang bluntly in her “4th of July” manifesto. Today the holiday seems even more pointless than usual. What is America anyway? A... Continue reading

I am writing to you from deep in the bowels of the Robert Treat Motel in Newark, New Jersey, where I am participating in this year’s Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival (http://www.dodgepoetry.org/). I’m glad that Martin Farawell got the festival... Continue reading

Found Poem a.k.a. Double Rainbow by Hungrybear9562 a.k.a. Copyright Infringement Whoa! That's a full rainbow–– double rainbow. Oh my god. It's a double rainbow all the way. Whoa! It's so intense. Whoa! Man! Oh! Whoa. Whoa. Whohohoah. Oh my god.... Continue reading

Now that I have gathered enough details and scared up the nerve to write something that will certainly never satisfy me, I’m going public with my sorrow. Robert Emmett Bowen III died on Monday, August 30th, as a result of... Continue reading

Now that I have gathered enough details and scared up the nerve to write something that will certainly never satisfy me, I’m going public with my sorrow. Robert Emmett Bowen III died on Monday, August 30th, as a result of injuries sustained in a bicycle crash on Thursday night, August... Continue reading

My mother and I were poised on the fake leather sofa in our living room watching The Exorcist on television when my father sneaked up behind us and yelled "WAAHHHHHH!" as loud as he could without pulling a neck muscle.... Continue reading

Since we are still huddled together in the toxic shadow of Valentine's Day, I suppose it's appropriate to write about breaking up. Surely, thousands of VD survivors waited until after the holiday to move all their stuff out of apartments... Continue reading

First, let me introduce myself. My entire family, on both sides, originated from Harlan, Kentucky, a coal town in the southeastern part of the Bluegrass State, a place of great importance to labor historians and country singers. My ancestry consists... Continue reading