I’m honored to share here that the Vancouver-based Poetry Pacific published three of my poems today in its biannual issue: “This Windy Morning,” “Redbud Leaves,” and “Delaware Sheets.” You can find all three at the link below.
“This Windy Morning” envisions a ghost story for my adopted city of Roanoke, Virginia. “Redbud Leaves” is a very short nature poem I wrote while I lived among the hills of Northern Virginia, and “Delaware Sheets” is a short love poem that wrote a few years back. This third piece was published previously by Every Day Poets, Dead Snakes and UFO Gigolo.
I’m quite grateful to Editor-In-Chief Yuan Changming for selecting my work for publication. The Autumn Issue features outstanding work from 73 poets and three visual artists.
I took this video a year ago today. It seems like another age. So much has happened between then and now. It’s feels surreal how our perceptions of time can be so subjective.
This was one hell of storm. Summer thunderstorms in Southwest Virginia seem absolutely commonplace. It is an extraordinary experience watching them roll in over the mountains, each of them a rapid fog ragnarok — and then moving on just as swiftly.
I don’t think I’ve seen a storm around Roanoke yet that can match the wet armageddon below, though.
I saw this as I was loading the car on my last day in Northern Virginia.
A high, narrow rainbow pierces a sepia autumn twilight.
Northern Virginia bids the day adieu, with a fiery salute.
One last Northern Virginia summer picture for 2016. (I just found it on my camera.)
I took these pictures this summer, but forgot to post them … I’d like to think they’re pretty neat. I love the last one.
I watched a storm front race across an expanse of sky in maybe a minute, effectively turning day to night.