This year I published my first audiobook. My 2019 poetry collection “All the Beloved Known Things” is now available on Audible, iBooks, and Amazon. I just released by first audiobook, so for my fellow scribes I offer my roadmap: What I Used to Release my Audiobook I used ACX, which is like KDP for audiobooks…
Yesterday I caught up with a friend of twenty years. She asked me how I was doing. “Honestly,” I said, “really amazing, 2020 was one of the best years ever!” “You’re like…THE ONLY ONE I’ve heard say that,” she said, a tone of incredulity underpinning her giggle. She went on to tell me of her…
To my jumping wooohooo elation, the panel of experts in the genre of intestinal blockage literature selected my entry “Constipated With Love,” as the winner.
I told him words a guidance counselor never wants to hear. Words that brought up his most defeated look, “I want to major in philosophy and English.”
Because I’m a nice guy, and everybody wants to see a bear.
Miracles aren’t often great flashes of light. They’re moments when we somehow break through an old habit, grief, or grudge.
It’s the eve before a silent retreat. So no wonder I fall naturally back into this neglected habit of exploring thoughts and inner urgings with words. This year, still so fresh, has been unfathomably kind to me. My life has settled so seamlessly into a present that resembles decades of future dreaming. There seems little…
Four types of meat sizzled in front of Doña Eva. “What’s that meat?” I asked, pointing to one. “Chicken,” she said with a smile. “And that?” “Beef.” “And that?” “Pork.” “And that one?” I asked indicating the fourth. “This one,” she hesitated, “This one is just meat.” When she said that I noticed that there…
It’s another rainy day in NYC. Today we emerge from our ratty subway holes beneath the windy canvass domes of umbrellas. Crap, rain drops on the iPhone. That can’t be good. Maybe I shouldn’t be blogging while walking in the rain. But that’s a slippery slope. Once I start listening the those sort of inward murmurings, will…
I just… I mean… You have to understand… Tyler, Trace and I needed our guitars to explain how we feel about Season 3 Episode 9 of Game of Thrones.
