This is the eighth installment in this series. You can find the earlier installments by clicking on the Reclamation tag. Thanks for visiting. My dad was born in 1940 somewhere around San Antonio. His first experience of life was the doctor dropping him on his head. From what I’ve heard there was no immediate thought … Continue reading Reclamation part 8
“Adultery” by James Dickey
Adultery by James Dickey As you may have read, I’m doing a project at Patreon titled “Eating Popeyes in Romania” which is about our family’s ongoing experiences in Iași while Amy is a Fulbright Scholar. Amy just posted a piece about our epic journey to get here on her Substack and you should all go … Continue reading “Adultery” by James Dickey
“Nobody’s Poem” by Michael Waters
I started trying to publish poems just before the internet exploded into life. This was the late 90's and I was a nontraditional student English major Creative Writing minor just getting my feet wet. At some point I remember going to a bookstore and buying the Writer's Guide, this massive book full of submission guidelines … Continue reading “Nobody’s Poem” by Michael Waters
The New Project
About three weeks ago, I teased a new project. No more teasing. The Patreon is live, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd take a look at it. I plan to post at least every two weeks in the free tier, once a week in the paid tiers. And if you sign up for the … Continue reading The New Project
A new project in the works
This is an announcements post I guess. Back to talking about poems soon. A while back my oldest daughter Brittany asked me to make her a shawl for her wedding. She chose the pattern and then proceeded to get married much sooner than planned for reasons, which is fine. They're having a party/reception next year … Continue reading A new project in the works
Reclamation Part 4
This is the fourth installment about my multi-section poem responding to Robert Frost's "The Gift Outright." Here's a link to parts 1, 2 and 3. When I was young, the world felt impossibly small to me, but simultaneously too large to fathom. By young I mean the time when this poem takes place, so high … Continue reading Reclamation Part 4
