The very lovely Zocalo Public Square published a poem of mine today. It's about a moment or three in Wyoming. Ahh, Wyoming. On the front page of this Zocalo issue, the poem's title and featured image appear next to an article explaining "How Mermaids Became a Real Problem for Scientists." I find this very pleasing.
Coda In order to be happy, you have to believe that what is said to be the world is not complete. The goldfish glaring in the sun, the rainbow seen from the kitchen window--there is more, there must be more. But the frayed bath towel is just the kind of thing that will... Continue Reading →