I read two poems from said the Frog to the scorpion at the open mic of the Pour Me a Poem gathering in Mansfield, MA hosted by Wayne-Daniel Berard and Sara Letourneau on the second Thursday of each month.
Listen to “hevel” and “when asked what it’s like to love Her.”
My creative nonfiction piece “Being Present” was just published in Porcupine Literary. It stands on the shoulders, pays homage to Jamaica Kincaid (and Maurice Carlos Ruffin).
Functionally, it’s a love letter to my kids: past, present, future.
After a reading in Minneapolis today, someone opened a copy of The Third Renunciation and asked about the dedication, which reads:
I was asked, “who was Chase to you?”
One of the first theological sonnets I wrote came out of processing his death. The sonnet, every draft, was terrible. Eventually, a decade later, I realized it was because some stories can't be told in 14 lines.
“Out of My Hands” was published by Zone 3 and is that story, and also is the beginnings of The Third Renunciation.
