This is my first published book, a collection of my poetry. It includes some of my earliest work and early published poems. I self-published it in 2010. Yeah, poets have to self-publish unless they write enough whiny, political SJW stuff to get to be poet laureate or something.
I started writing poetry seriously about 1988 and for a few years I wrote many, many poems and submitted to a few markets. I got published a few times, but then I got discouraged and stopped submitting for a few years. I’ve started submitting again recently and had a couple poems published— and have the contributor’s copies to prove it. Yeah, poetry pays well.
I don’t really know what to say about my own poetry except that it was fun writing it. I laughed like a loon. And when I showed the poems to my mother, it made her cry. Perhaps it’s best to just give a sample poem:
outboard compromises of ironic honor
are substituting invisible green tactics
for forward militant tenements
a decade of revolutionary snails arouses
hope of red frog controversies and renewed
campaigning for denunciation intimacies
and chaste gay marmosets, being torn apart
by gangs of lint-filled roadblocks,
will invent lavender violence performances
Where the Opium Cactus Grows is available in paperback format only. Here is the link at Amazon.com: