The fine staff of the Good Men Project selected one of my poems this month. You can read it here. I don’t know if I channel Thoreau or not, but I was certainly thinking of an adventure at Walden Pond in college. We’d hit Concord by train, a short ride from Boston. We hiked the rails back, and crossed over into the park and stayed the night. Hollering and looping like fools in the moon and brisk fall air. Ah, good times. This poem isn't about that. That's a different poem. This poem is about chores and finding some connection to earth. Working on the lyric. That's all. A song in minor key. Peace.
My weird book is in presales, a twisted ride for sure. The audiobook is by the one and only Nate McFadden , who is a brilliant performer, and writer in his own right, and who was amazing to work with. It's a transgressive fish tale, among many things, full of vice, murder, magic, and secrets. Read the sample chapter "Ostrich Derby". Presales for Mulch are live. https://mulchverse.blog/ "Ostrich Derby took place every year on the same day as the Kentucky Derby, starting approximately an hour after the winning horse made his/her triumphant cross over the finish line. Ostrich Derby took place on Mung's Farm, about four and a half hours north of the Hayes farm and environs. Jeffery Mung and his wife Fay raised ostriches, two and a half dozen of them usually, sometimes as many as three dozen on a sizable chunk of land on Maryland's Eastern Shore."
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