Poem at The Puritan

I have a poem, “Encomium, from the Front Porch,” in the fall 2001 issue of the Canadian literary journal The Puritan. Here’s a bit more about the magazine from their website:

These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing


The Puritan is an online, quarterly publication based in Toronto, Ontario committed to publishing the best in new fiction, non-fiction, poetry, interviews, and reviews.

The Puritan seeks, above all, a pioneering literature. Submissions may push toward the symbolic frontier, challenging limitations and forging into previously unexplored aesthetic territory. But they may also revisit and revitalize traditional forms. We seek work wherever it lands on the conceptual spectrum, so long as it is original, intelligent, and engaging.

Two Poems at iO Poetry

I just can’t say enough good things about the new online journal iO Poetry. This issue features striking new work by Marc Rahe and Natasha Kessler, among others, and I’m delighted to have two of my poems in such strong company. Also, in case you missed it, last August iO featured a first-book interview with me about my recently released collection Killing the Murnion Dogs.

New Poem at Contrary

I have a long poem, “The Garage Sale Daze Meditations,” up in the latest Contrary. Really a wonderful issue all the way around. Here’s a bit more about the magazine:

On the Contrary

The first problem is the “Contrary” above the content. Why is it called Contrary, you might ask, when some of its content isn’t? We have a contemplation to confront this contradiction: we insist that all of our content is contrary. And, we insist, so is all of yours. Doesn’t it seem possible that all content is contrary, that there is no for, there is only against? Why else does the word contrary, so openly against something, have no antonym? What opposes contrary? Nothing. That which opposes contrary, by opposing, becomes contrary.

Besides, we tend to think contrarily, and we hope our magazine expresses contrarities that otherwise might go unexpressed: writings and images that confront entities, voids, and the edges of their own categories. As for that poetic nothing, the “Journal of Unpopular Discontent,” we conceal our dreams in the double negative, hoping to become a journal of popular content. (Spring 2003)