Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Tale of Twin Cities and More



Local poet Alex Stolis and I are finishing up a chapbook of poems on Minneapolis and St. Paul

A Tale of Twin Cities, Vol. I


Here's a sneak peak:


Walker Art Center

all that matters is that you’re okay baby

The gallery will close soon; its cold and our coats need to be rescued
from the coat check. Her hand slides into my back pocket, as our hips
sway together, she turns her head to kiss me. She’s a wanna be lover,
nobody’s child, an artist who don’t look back. Her smile reminds me
of the time we spent at Aqua City. I was out of cigarettes, flat broke
and blinded by a charred sun. We were hypnotized by the slow ballet
of our bodies. Left the room before shadows could lengthen and stretch
the story into third person versions of bleeding. The sculptured garden
offers a view of the downtown skyline. We are bound and determined
but too far apart to be together.





Working on putting together a release event, finding a publisher, and ways to make it value added. Check back here for more information. We expect it to be available...somewhere...by May.



Other News:


"Song of the Alley", a short nonfiction piece of mine will be featured in the April issue of Eclectic Flash (http://www.eclecticflash.com/).


A chapter of my work-in-progress, Still Life, will be submitted to a Barry Hannah short story competition ending March 31.


I leave you with a line from Robert Green Ingersoll, Civil War Veteran and noted orator in the Golden Age of Freethought.



“Heresy is the eternal dawn, the morning star, the glittering herald of the day… It is the perpetual New World, the unknown sea, toward which the brave all sail. It is the eternal horizon of progress…Heresy is a cradle; orthodoxy, a coffin.”

—Robert Green Ingersoll