I’m very happy to have a couple of new poems included in the latest issue of @antiphonyjournal.bsky.social .

Come celebrate the life and art of the inimitable and wonderful John Barlow.

Ewww.

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Just got notice that our family health team is losing a doc. A friend’s kid in elementary school has had four teachers since September. I don’t want to read about tax cuts.

If only. (This was the early 90s, so having a leg tattoo was slightly more remarkable.)

During my undergrad, a guy showed up at a party my roommates and I had who told us he “only read Bukowski.” Each time he said “Bukowsi,” he’d lift his pant leg slightly to display a tattoo on his shin.

Holy mackerel: emilydickinsonmuseum.catalogaccess.com

Meanwhile, the dead bird is getting weirder and weirder.

Looking for tips on finding out what happened in the Republican debate without turning into an unidentifiable green puddle on cold tile. Thanks!

It’s a selfie I took a few days ago.

And it’s always the one five feet from my sixteen-year-old, who sleeps soundly through it until I open the battery cover.

Glad people are OK.

Also, this is the first bit of breaking news I’ve gleaned from Bluesky. Take that, Elmo.

Always

I am happy to have poems in the special summer poetry issue of the Fiddlehead. Here’s one of them.

Is this the Twitter replacement deserving of effort?