Original Poetry: Six Haikus for America
Sean MurphyJust in time for #NationalPoetryMonth, the amazing team at Exterminating Angel Press has dropped the Spring 23 issue of their magazine on the theme of Recipes for Disaster. Tons of…
Introducing “Rhapsodies in Blue”
Just in time to properly celebrate National Poetry Month, my second collection, Rhapsodies in Blue, is now available! You can pick up a paperback or Kindle version here. I'd love you to…
Original Poem: Charles Mingus’s Memento
It remains a blessing for this writer to find publications that “get” him –and what I’m attempting with my ongoing project (the first installment, of course, being The Blackened Blues, released…
Original Poem: Imagined Conversations with People I Love about Trauma
van Gogh, Vincent; Self-Portrait with Bandaged Ear; The Courtauld, London (Samuel Courtauld Trust); http://www.artuk.org/artworks/self-portrait-with-bandaged-ear-207202 I appreciate that this one got picked up by Humans of the World, as trauma (experiencing…
Original Poem: Pharoah Sanders Donating Blood to Buy Food, 1962
A young Sanders with his mentor and bandmate John Coltrane Huge gratitude to the team at Decolonial Passage for including my work in their "Food, Power, and Powerlessness" issue. (It's…
Original Poem: St. James’s Place
I've only been to Atlantic City one time (friend's bachelor party, obvi) and, admittedly, not being a gambler or fan of rooms thick with cigarette smoke (circa 2002), and loathing…
2022: A Creative Recap
From 1455’s Movable Type, Issue 13 (peruse the complete archives, here). So, what’s next? It’s possible this endeavor could continue to evolve and grow in the right ways, or we might…
Original Poem: In the Unlikely Event of a Water Landing
It continues to be a joy and honor to have my work appear –alongside so many excellent writers– in Exterminating Angel Press. The theme of the Winter 2023 issue is All…
The Fire Sermon: T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land” at 100
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, Longfellow wrote, and we’d already read it—words largely if not entirely lost on the average university freshman. It was 1989, and I was…
Sy Johnson: RIP
Let's face it. There were few human beings who could give Charles Mingus what he needed (what he wanted? the universe can't contain such multitudes and appetites); there were a…