Saturday night sit-in at the station, amazing that I’ve somehow managed to stay away from sharing deep-bottomed jazz with the world so long, so selfish, so typical of people like me and this abstract, driven music, pulsing, this music. 7pm Desu (a slight return), Charlie Hunter, Charlie Hunter Hottentot, John Scofield + MMW, A Go Go […]Read more "Jazz World | KRNN-Juneau"
…that I started an MFA program in May of 2015? I’m finding it quite amazing that I’ve not posted since October 2015 despite a very productive writing period. Glad to be working through draft after draft with the talented and generous Zack Rogow. He’s so generous he’s giving away his sage advice on his blog. So […]Read more "Did I mention…"
Excited to be working with the Alaska Center for the Book and to take part in the Alaska Book Week Celebration with an event here in Juneau. Ernestine even asked if I planned on reading, I better get some poems revised. Hope to see some familiar faces. Download a flyer to post around town […]Read more "Read Local | An Alaska Book Week Celebration 10/10 @ Coppa"
Absolutely had my world shaken seeing the Alabama Shakes live at Red Rocks recently! If you don’t know this band, get in the know, now. How many SNL live performances really do a band their due? This one does for sure.Read more "Giving it Their All"
The ninth annual Poetry Omnibus program is now accepting entries from Juneau residents for the 2015 competition. Winning poems will be read at a to-be-announced celebration and then displayed on Capital Transit buses for a full year. The deadline for submissions is October 15. There are two age categories: fifth through twelfth grades and adults […]Read more "Poems wanted for Poetry OmniBus Competition"
a token or two scavenged from the wild gone feral friday night two hours pacing dark tide creeping beach bisected by creeks ribbons of black iceRead more "At Least One Kidney"
Empty but filling. This old house, me and my old dog, done in by a good long walk in the cold. Stove emptied of last night’s ash and filled carefully with kindling. Cold empty house filling with old-world-warmth. Dog in his chair, me in mine, but what of this guilt filling me, this house, edging […]Read more "Empty but filling"