Friday, February 24, 2017


Then the salmon wanted a slice too, the cod chimed in, and before all was said and done, there was nothing left of the pale tetrapod at all, aside from its peculiar vegetable covering. No one wanted that.


booster seat
in the coal lab
yard sale residue

We really did have a yard sale here at my agency, about 20 years ago. I don't remember the context, but it might have been to raise money for outreach activities that weren't covered by our budget.


Sold a poem to Polu Texni, an unassuming zine with consistently good poetry.

The Science Fiction Poetry Association is now missing permission from only 4 poets whose work received Rhysling nominations.

And, thanks to anthropogenic climate change, spring is in full swing. 80F today in Tuscaloosa! It's like Christmas in Miami (although less humid).

Shout out to Tina's mother, who made some excellent chili (of which I got some leftovers), and who almost certainly does not read this blog.


Donald Trump at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter reads a list of Trump's moral transgressions. It takes about 99 years.

At the end, Trump says "Do I get the Presidential Suite?"

"You're fired!"

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Wednesday, February 22, 2017


I believe that the list of Rhysling nominated poems is finalized. It might not be finalized on the website; a couple of people are still being sought. But I can tell you right now that five poems from Dreams and Nightmares are included. That is the most I ever had, and I am pretty happy about it.

I am even happier at the breadth and depth of poems that are going to be in the volume. Both more poets and more poems than ever before. They cover multiple continents and all kinds of people, all kinds of writing. A bunch of them come from mainstream literary publications, as well as genre magazines. It is going to be great!


Sold two poetry books in the last few weeks. Details later. Sold a poem to the Magazine of Speculative Poetry, the field's oldest periodical (except Star*line). Wade German found a poem that we wrote together three years ago. It had fallen through the cracks. Send it out last night. Trying to answer the last few questions in connection with the Rhysling nominations.

And spring

spring is full frontal
in white and gold
wall to wall green