My latest poems to be published are “Letters to David Berman and John Hodgman,” which were published in May in the New York publication, The Awl.
Read them and weep with comedy.
They go a little something… like this…
In Bulawayo the bon-bon trees laugh and dance and smile in the happy giggle sunshine pavilion as the candy corn fields blush and bloom.
In the late afternoon, school teachers in white paper cones decorate the white paper cones they’re wearing with potato prints of cornflowers stained with oolong flavorings.
I sit nearby pretending not to notice.
And so on and so forth in this manner.