goddamn. I can't remember if you've been to my house or not. It is the last house on a dead-end street. And the snow stays longer here than anywhere else in the city.
(truth)
So I am here writing (or not writing) and staring out the window and freezing my ass off.
Author of poetry collection serious red (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 1996) and a limited edition called queen of cups (Burning Press, 1993). Essays in Ordering the Storm (CSU Poetry Center) and elsewhere. Poems published in American Poetry Review, Barn Owl Review, Hobble Creek Review, Whiskey Island, DMQ Review, Nimrod, Southern Poetry Review, Denver Quarterly, wicked alice, ArtCrimes, Harpur Palate, Gargoyle (#53), mirage period(ical), Taproot, Cleveland Slam Anthology, and others I can't remember or lost track of. Published in several Cleveland anthologies. Received two Ohio Arts Council individual fellowships and a memorable residency at Headlands Center for the Arts. Used to slam with the big boys. Live on a great lake, held in abeyance.
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Sara and I just got back from teaching in Kazakhstan - 25 below zero with no wind.
It actually felt warm here when we first got back.
I've got some blog entries about the trip over at my MySpace page.
Ok. I lose the "cold war." Kazakhstan--wow. Will check out blog.
goddamn. I can't remember if you've been to my house or not. It is the last house on a dead-end street. And the snow stays longer here than anywhere else in the city.
(truth)
So I am here writing (or not writing) and staring out the window and freezing my ass off.
help.
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