a proper gypsy

me reciting Federico García Lorca lines in accompaniment to Ryan Roderick’s original music



Thank you to a poet who’s dear to me, the wonderful author, teacher and nurse Paula Marie Coomer (Blue Moon Vegetarian, Dove Creek, Nurses Who Love English), for inviting me to reflect on some questions about my writing as part of “international writing process blog tour.” The blog tour involves going from blog to blog to promote a book or do an interview.

1.  What are you working on?

I recently completed a chapbook length manuscript that mixes new and older poems, and am looking to find a publisher for it.   I’ve been writing new poetry relating to ideas on work, music, nature, industry, spirituality and relationships, as well as processing several unfinished drafts and journal entries.

I’m the poetry editor of the literary online and print journal Cabildo QuarterlyI select poetry submissions and write reviews for it. Editor Michael T. Fournier and I publish new poems and short stories, as well as music & book reviews in CQ.

I’m also engaged in activities that nurture my writing–gardening, hiking, reading, playing music, spending time with friends, & I continue to do public readings to share my poetry collection on this borrowed bike (Three Rooms Press 2013).


2. How does your work differ from others of its genre? 

I think my writing is unique because of my unique history and background. I grew up in Spokane, Washington and the earth was one of my first teachers–the river, trees, rocks, animals, hills, and mountains.  Walt Whitman and Jim Morrison were two of the first poets I admired. I later moved to reading the beats and poets from outside the USA: Chinese, Japanese, Native American, Latin American, African, and Indian poets. There are now books by Carolyn Kizer, Pablo Neruda, William Stafford, Martín Espada, and Patrizia Gattaceca on my coffee table. I lived in Old Town, Maine for the past seven years and was deeply inspired by the beautiful landscapes, wildlife, and Wabanaki people there.   Now living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I’ve been writing more about the city—the fringes of it and wild within it. My poems are often free verse and nonlinear and involve themes of nature, love, music, journey and empathy, and use sounds & images to evoke feelings and tell stories.

3. Why do you write what you do?

I like poetry as a way of singing and exaltation.

Writing is therapeutic for me; it’s centering and humanizing, a way to check in with my feelings, senses, experiences, spirituality, dreams, and everyday happenings. All the places I’ve been, people I’ve known, music I listen to, and books I read get incorporated.

Like any art form, poetry can nurture the spirit and change the way we think of the world. I feel like poems can be powerful tools for promoting justice and healing, and wish to write poems that bear witness to the world while acknowledging beauty, gratitude, compassion, and the divine. By invoking chants, praise, and images of renewal, growth, sustainability, and peace, I hope that in some way my poems will promote wholesomeness for the land, water, animals and people.


4. How does your writing process work?

Sometimes the beginning of a poem comes in a rush of inspiration and release of lyrical phrases and images, often right after riding a bicycle, charged from a vivid encounter that connects with life as a whole. More often my process of writing poetry is much slower. I think it starts by studying other poets and authors, listening to music, birds, the wind, and people, and through being open to connections that occur in everyday life. I continuously record observations, notes, and musings by hand in my journal. Then I type out some of what I’ve written in the journal and shape it into poetry. I have many electronic drafts in process. This blog helps me work through some of my drafts.



Continue the International Blog Tour with Alan W. King.  Alan is a poet, journalist,  teacher, great person, and author of the excellent poetry collection Drift.  He lives in the DC metropolitan area and writes about art and domestic issues on this blog. Professionally, he’s currently both a communications specialist for a national nonprofit and a senior editor at Words Beats & Life‘s global hip hop journal. He is a Cave Canem Fellow, an alumnus of the VONA Workshops sponsored by Voices of Our Nations Arts Foundation, and a graduate of the Stonecoast MFA Low-Residency Program at the University of Southern Maine. He’s a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee and was also nominated twice for a Best of the Net selection.


a prayer

ice running to the sea
walk up to the house
a leaf

hear an organ symphony
my baby singing
tonight when the sun goes down

this morning the sun lit
our faces in bed
god at the tops of trees

please bless all these ones
standing beside me 
i’m nothing without

theme from an unfinished painting

her at the entrance
to the radio
smiling  her
hair golden
hanging long around
her   the sun
wearing burgundy
and fragrance 
of fruit trees 
in spring
her left hand
raised  a giant fish
green and purple
and blue
leapt thru 
the air
met me on
the other side
of the room
turned to an ocean
bird   circled
back to her
in the sign
of infinity
entered her shining 
hand   filled
the sacred mother

i became
a fish out of water
flying breathlessly

in the pummeled lands
i died with
the trees

came back
to life   bluely

landing  softly
in her hands

snake river

what will it take to know your quiet

what love will it take
i could not see two birds flying over you
i could not hear the fish jump from you
blazing down asphalt walls
let me stop to take an axe to the streets
let me hurry out to the rocks
of your mouth
and enter you
with prayers    i
cannot open my lips
to tell of your radiance
so let me bring you sunsets    let me be
black as your waters
beachwood    quiet brown
have nothing to say
so listen, listen