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Poem accepted

My poem “Russula Crenulata” (about a mushroom) was accepted for publication in Inscape, the literary magazine from Washburn University, Topeka, Kansas. The 2018 issue is due out in May.

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My Hal Prize Arrives in the Mail

Who would have thought a little poem about picking currants could mean so much?

In the mail today came my Hal Prize, the tangible prize beyond the honor and the publication: a monetary prize, a week’s stay at Write On Door County, and a lovely hand-crafted mug from Clay Bay Pottery, which may be, after all, my favorite thing.

As you can see by the photograph, the mug screams Door County: pottery, art, nature, even its implicit humility, as far away from pretension as can be. I will use it for my coffee tomorrow morning and cherish it forever.

About my poem “The Obligation,” which you can find on page 11 of the digital version of Peninsula Pulse, the poetry judges Alessandra Simmons and Tobias Wray of cream city review, wrote:

“In direct, clear language ‘The Obligation’ draws a scene of surprising depth. The speaker of the poem carries out a mundane task that reveals how we relate to others. With lines as lush and insistent as the fruit they describe, this poem serves up the simple solitude of circumstance and, in the last line in particular, transcends the poem to implicate the reader.”

Making it Speak: Poets and Artists in Cahoots

with paintingMaking it Speak: Poets and Artists in Cahoots (at Sheboygan Visual Artists) was such a fun time. I was lucky to get paintings by Christopher Tucker (right) to inspire me. All poems and art from the exhibit are now available in a beautiful book.

Since then I have dabbled even more with Ekphrasis.

Below is my poem inspired by Van Gogh’s The Starry Night.

Aeolus Sleeps

Aeolus sighs and exhales,
almost ready to surrender
to stillness who will rule
until his return. Winking
at the setting sun,
he gathers its warmth
and blows a gentle gale
into the sky, where it gathers
stars and clouds and dusk,
and rolls them into a noisy ball
that knocks its din into hillsides
onto rooftops, shakes canopies
of trees and pricks itself
upon the steeple before
settling, undisturbed,
into the corners of the
night, finally to sleep.