All it Takes is a White Woman

All it takes is a white woman
and suddenly all the world’s aware
of atrocities long endured
by those with skin less than fair.
A martyr for a cause,
no less a victim indeed,
but not long before you were blind,
to the hatred taking seed.
So now you’ve found your voice,
a mere whimper in the cacophony of hate.
Isn’t that just like humankind?
waking up a little bit too late.

Travels with Clancy

One week from tomorrow, Travels with Clancy: Poetry from Coast to Coast hits bookshelves everywhere! Earlier this year, I took a road trip from New Hampshire to Northern California and back. While the trip was intended to be 10% relaxation, 40% hiking, and 50% writing a new collection of short stories, it ended up being 35% hiking, 10% talking to animals, 0% writing any short stories, 5% writing poetry, and 1050% falling in love with the open road. The math works, I promise.

To all those who were expecting another collection of short stories, you’re just going to have to wait! Another promise I’ll make though is that this collection of poetry is chock-full of stories short and long. I hope you’ll pick up a copy of Travels with Clancy from your local bookseller or bookshop.org and take a little journey of your own.

New Collection of Poetry!

I know you all have been waiting! Okay, some of you have been waiting. Alright, alright, maybe a couple folks have been waiting. I should have more details soon about a release date, but for now please settle for this cover release!

Emmilee Risling is Missing

Another one gone,
a statistic,
hell, not even a statistic.
Paperwork to be shuffled
or better yet, thrown away.
A throw away;
what did the report say?
Was she Asian?
Native?
Surely, not white.
White? We could work with that.
We would work with that.
Don’t worry, we are changing the system,
you know,
the same system
that
failed
you
in the first place.
The same system
that
works
for
only one race.
No one is gone without a trace,
as long as she’s white,
rich,
and got a pretty face.

https://www.globalindigenouscouncil.com/
https://www.nativejustice.org/
https://www.yuroktribe.org/

Congratulations, Christopher and Kim!

You travel down that road
and back again
so many times,
all on your own.
All those miles
between now and then,
flags on the play,
your heart out on loan.

Did you ever suspect,
that seat right next to you
was waiting for the one
who makes your soul feel new?

Turn the radio up,
let the engine roar,
the road is wide open,
and your journey awaits;
no matter the hazards
two hearts can soar,
and never forget
what love creates.

Did you ever suspect,
that seat right next to you
would hold the one you love
on this journey made for two?

Celebrate Poetry Month

Cover Reveal!

**Tentative On Sale Date: May 25, 2021**

The Divide

Agreeing to disagree is avoiding the problem. There are some issues that warrant a difference of opinion and others that are absolute in nature. Some matters to be debated: taxes, healthcare, the salaries of politicians. Some matters that are absolute: equal rights for all, saving the environment, knowing that the following performance is mediocre at best, but contains a highly important message.

If you can’t listen, you can’t change. If you can’t change, you can’t move forward. If you can’t move forward, think about where that leaves you.

Enjoy, share, cringe at my voice, but no matter how it makes you feel, listen.

The lyrics will be in the upcoming collection of poetry, “She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not.”

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

With the start of a new year, I am happy to announce that I’ve got several projects in the works. While a few may take years, others may be out in 2021! It all depends on how busy I remain at my back-up job of bookselling. The first book that might make it to the shelves this year will be another collection of poetry called She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not. This is a poem that will be in the collection and to be honest, one of my favorites so far. Enjoy!

Mother Nature’s Divorce

She’s hopeless, you know.
How many times has She
tried to kick him out now?
He keeps saying he’ll change,
the lying drunk,
the destructive fuck.

“I’ll do better,
You’ll see.
I’ll clean up my act,
I’ll plant a tree.”

His flowery language
sure to wilt
by the last breath
of his drastic lilt.

She got mad, sure.
She threw it all at him,
the vase, the heat,
the viral masterpiece.
He dodged left, then right,
then finally brought to his knees,
his face, a mask, of death,
uttered words to please.

“I love You, it’s true,
I couldn’t live without You.”

I keep hoping She’ll change
because I know without a doubt,
She could be surprised
at what She can live without.