In my opinion sensational headlines do nothing but insult and disappoint and make you want to take a shower.

When I encounter the occasional meditation or tome on the connection between madness and creativity, I become wary and weary. I don’t even bother to concern myself with opinions of those who have no history of mental illness, as I consider a history of mental illness to be inevitable in any critical mind. But if the work is written by someone who has known only anxiety or depression, I am less likely to connect with the work...

I’m very excited about traveling up to the Writers Institute in Saratoga Springs this evening.  It’s another hot day here in Albany, and so I can’t wait to feel the cold as it confronts me while walking directly into one of the College’s many auditoriums that have air conditioning.  In my humble abode here in the city of Albany, I only have the use of a couple of fans, which usually takes care of the heat problem,...

Today is another hot and sunny day, and I think we’ve had a string of them here in Albany.  The reading we had the other night of the New Surrealist Institute went surprisingly well.  Poets are really a very talented people.  The way they use words is uncanny, and even without knowing what the narrative spine of what each poem meant, I was still thunderstruck by how well these poets have mastered such important elements in a...

I’m up late tonight,  I haven’t been sleeping too well as of late.  I am nervously awaiting having our reading at Tierra Coffee Roasters later tonight with three other poets.  We formed the New Surrealist Institute up here in the Capital District, and we may have gone overboard with the publicity for it.  We’ve contacted, either through broadcast phone calls or emails, about two thousand people of whom many, or just a...

I'd be pleased for you to read my poems in the current issue and also to submit yourselves. This is a lovely online journal in Ireland...

I was looking forward to coming home changed, with several poems rumbling around in my head, but it is not to be...

I took my dad to see Prometheus this Father’s Day, and of course when you see one summer movie, you get to hear about the rest...

In honor of the ringing among these epigraphs, I lead up to an imaging presence: it is early 1996. After coming to NYU from Columbia University, I am in my last semester of being a doctoral student who does not teach...

It's summer. I should have time to read all the books I'm never going to get to read in 5 summers. It makes me wish to be a kid again - sort of. Here are some of the books I have that I'm not reading...