Wow

 Just made a count of all of my poems published last year.

Sixty seven.

It's a lot of head line poems. Too many Jesus tanka. 

Still...Sixty seven.

That's not even including my book.

I keep obsessing over doing more and doing better.

I have to stop and tell myself I did okay last year.

In fact, last year was arguably my best year ever.

Thanks to everyone who published and read a poem of mine in 2020.

Off I Go!

Excited for Mignon Ariel King's feature tonight to take my mind off the entire day (give or take four years). You should be too. I hope you join us.

Don't Forget Tonight!

Mignon Ariel King's online feature starts tonight at seven.

Don't Forget This Wednesday

Mignon Ariel King features online for Stone Soup on January 6.

Final Note

 

On Christmas Eve while doing last minute shopping, I ran across a man I hadn't seen in about two decades. I don't know his name, but I saw him for years walking down Newbury Street after waiting tables as he sang for his money. I finally put him in my poem "City Scape" with the following stanza:

On Newbury,

reggae-singing beggar

too careful and slow

coins percussion,

weathers New England.

It's amazing to learn that he somehow survived not only all this time, but also the year 2020. If I see him again next year, I swear I'm going to get his name and ask him where he's been all this time.