Lost in New Jersey

This week, I had two moments with The New Yorker magazine. First, I received a rejection email from their poetry department for something I ...

The scene: It’s Date Night at a local BYOB restaurant my wife and I frequent. It’s relatively empty, so we have our choice of one of the big...

My grandfather, 1969, Budd Lake This is the poem I read at the S.P.E.A.K. open mic in March at the Puffin Cultural Forum in Teaneck, NJ. I ...

I've spent the first half of March 2025, more or less, at the side of Virgil and Dante, beginning with the read of a fascinating autobio...

Like Charlie Brown running toward a kickoff with Lucy spotting the football, I submit poems every year for the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Awards ...

This is, ostensibly, a review of "The Marriage Portrait" by Maggie O'Farrell. So let's start with that. This is a wonderfu...

Back in November, I decided to pair an original image with a caption in haiku, and post these on social media every Monday morning. So far, ...