Bruce Springsteen and Me

Lately, you’ve read some of my poems detailing the struggle I’ve had over the year with recovering from a heart attack, my triple bypass, gall bladder surgery and pancreatitis. It was a full year of not knowing if I’d ever feel good again, or work doing what I love, or being able to do the […]

Poetry at Spinnaker Bay, Hillman City

This weekend marks the first time I’ll be reading in public for a year. It also marks the anniversary, of sorts, of my journey with heart disease, triple bypass and recovery. I’ll be reading The Heart Cycle, a series of poems about the experience. It has been an extraordinary year, which culminated in pancreatitis and […]

Published Poems from See America

I’m very happy to report that two poems from my 16 poem suite, See America, have been published very recently. The Final Drive, Seattle 2015 was published in the Fall/Winter issue of Crab Creek Review. Check our their website here: http://www.crabcreekreview.org West Hollywood to Pasadena, CA, 1998 was published in the Pontoon section of Floating Bridge […]

A Wonderful Review for Airstreaming

A couple of weeks ago we hosted a great guy in our Airstream through Airbnb. He stayed a week and unbeknownst to me downloaded Airstreaming to his Kindle. He left this note for me the night before he left and it was wonderful to receive. Again, this is why I write – to give amazing experiences […]

Confidence

Six years ago, at the beginning of Fall on the cusp of turning 50, and after a summer in which all confidence was beginning to abandon me in many areas of my life, I put together a selection of poems and sent them out in the world. I had not attempted to publish anything for eight […]

Opportunities for Stillness

Months of healing ahead seemed a prison, a sentence of no action, and me tracking the sun across the day a way to move time. At the bank, a retired black man, warm, inviting eyes, who’d been in my shoes, said, “Healing is an opportunity for stillness.” Which knocked me down. His big, wide smile […]

Hubris

I never want to know the many things they did when they flayed open my chest, my arm, cracked my sternum and stopped my heart. Blissful ignorance is what I needed, and some drugs, buckets of them. I was reminded too much of salmon, gutted torsos, lungs, heart, parts. But that’s how they do, these magicians, these […]