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Check this out: ‘A Poem Anonymously Posted In a London Bar Is Going Viral Because of Its Brilliant Twist Ending.’

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The endlessly active and fun (but also serious) writer’s collective here in Nashville, The Porch, hosted a “Heartbreak Happy Hour” last nite at Jackalope Brewing Company to extend the Valentine’s hangover. Featured writer Mary Miller read a more somber piece from her new book, while Mary Laura Philpott, Michael McCray, and Christopher Pilny gave alternatively heartrending and hilarious accounts…

Lydia Lunch Rails on Lust and Life

No one was left standing last night after Lydia Lunch was finished with them. Third Man Records, Jack White’s outfit here in Nashville, hosted a poetry reading featuring the Queen of Spoken Extreme. Lydia lunch killed everyone there. I’d honestly not known one thing about LL prior to this, only having heard her name sporadically. I came to see my friends Maggie Wells and  Christine Hall, who more…

Portrait of a Poet

Wondrous miracles again! Nashville Arts Magazine published my article this month. It is a monthly column, but nonetheless! This month’s subject is nationally published poet, my good friend Nathan Spoon. Nathan Spoon TO WIT If Central Casting were calling for a poet, they would pick my friend, Nathan Spoon. At 44 with graying hair, receding hairline, shuffling gait and his shy grin, he is never…

Portrait of a Shoot

The sad thing about photography is that I almost never get to show multiple selections from a shoot. Most of the time, things go in a lot of different directions and I typically show the single best shot or two from an entire shoot. Here, because of the format, I can include more without publishing multiple separate pictures. That…

FYEye- New Monthly Magazine Column

Gadzooks! I have a new monthly column– FYEye, in Nashville Arts Magazine. SO pleased. They have given me free reign– or range– to select, photograph, and write about whomever I damn well please as long as they are in Nashville. My first subject, the beautiful and luminous Merry Anderson: In Her Own Words In sailing leaves and talking trees, turning phrases like locks of hair, toes parsing the…

Finding My Way Back

only people who lonely know me like i know me me so lonely though everybody know me even though I renown would i cry but i too down inside me a loving man who past is ghost shadowed hand live i split like Gemini looking high but low i wonder now who i could be when i not lonely

A New Leaf in Winter

3 years. In the meantime I have been “focusing” on photography to the exclusion of most other creative pursuits. I stopped performing and stopped writing– anything. It has not made me happy. There is a part of photography that’s great, but that involves me engaging with people and not thinking too hard about technical stuff. In the past few months I have sat around all day wanting to be inspired.…