from The Green Monk, Boiler House Press, 2018.
Are you feeling wild. Beepers were wild, especially on studly belts, in the 1990s, in Southern Utah. Here is a studly poem. From my most recent book, The Green Monk (Boiler House Press).
(image: Nancy Baker, ‘Wild Man’)
from my latest book, The Green Monk (Boiler House Press 2018).
from The Green Monk (Boiler House Press).
Ancient elephants and Dalí. From my book The Green Monk.
A Polish Christmas poem. From The Green Monk.
In Madrid there is a street called the street of lamps. It is called the street of lamps because they sell many lamps. It is also a street with cold floor cafe with sawdust and old medieval style damp alleyways with flowerpots on the balconies. I sat there, in the cafe, after wandering the street of lamps and wrote the above. It is part of my new book of prose poems and flash fictions entitled The Green Monk.
Jerry sported gold chains, even when he broke the bread, the body of Jesus, and passed the little cups of water, the blood of Jesus. It was a thin one, there were thicker ones. It was the end of 1980s, North Las Vegas. French kissing was in the air. Here is a gold chain, from my new book, The Green Monk.
Gold chains and French Kissing
Zapiekanka? Yes please!! Here is a flash fiction, written during Christmas 2016 in Krakow Poland, in the historic Jewish quarter of Kazimierz.
Frommy book The Green Monk. Available from Boiler House Press.