Line tamer.
An unpublished poem from my archives on this sad day. Upon Reading Tiepolo’s Hound for Derek Walcott A pen trembled above a tea-stained page. A brush climbed couplets laid out in paint : Tahiti, St. Thomas, St. Lucia, a lineage hovered en plein air like ghosts or faint cloud wisps above the turning, turning sea. Read More …
The handsome Stephen Mills interviewed me for his new monthly interview series featuring emerging LGBT poets on his blog, Joe’s Jacket. Click on over to find out whether or not I write poems in the nude, how “anagram me” can be your new pick-up line, and which luscious-locked actor would play me in my bio-pic. Read More …
I heard Derek Walcott read at the 92nd St Y last night (and ran into some poets from NYU I met at Calabash back in May, including Dante Micheaux). The British poet Glyn Maxwell introduced Walcott, and I have to say Maxwell gave one of the best introductions I’ve ever heard. His homage to the Read More …
I was disappointed in this “last” book (did I read somewhere that he claimed this would be his last poetry collection?) if anything for its self-indulgence. Just when I couldn’t handle another scene of light likened to some painter, he parenthetically breaks in and makes fun of himself for his knack for making such a Read More …