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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.

A rust-

A rust- colored four by four, at the end of the weathered planks of the fence or maybe wall I can see through the window, is bedecked by dusty spider- webs at intervals along its height; they vibrate, sag, and … Continue reading

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the owl

Nylon mesh fence, neon orange. Daylight. An owl, yellow eyes wide, hopeless- ly tangled, dangling, twisted.  Built for trees, silent flight, lightning strike. For this she can do nothing. This is what she does. Two big, yellow, staring eyes. Until … Continue reading

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✿ over there

there’s a blue light over there in heaven there’s little Stevie too in his red shorts i could have made them blue

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A bug, yeah, but a lady? Uh,

A bug, yeah, but a lady? Uh, don’t let yourself get fooled by names. That’s a walking painted fingernail, a cartoon come to life. A trusting soul that won’t sit still, and yet won’t fly away. An asker for something. … Continue reading

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Orgasm, Pleasure, & Western Culture (an excerpt)

the right reason to refrain from talking about sex is not that it’s so crude, but that words are In The Function of the Orgasm, the psychoanalyst Wilhelm Reich wrote that the natural energies of humans ebb and flow on … Continue reading

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“Falling Into Art” (an excerpt)

“We are most nearly ourselves when we achieve the seriousness of the child at play.” —Heraclitus Central to our ideas about spiritual and literary authenticity, I think, is our old friend struggle. Whatever is “serious” must be difficult. The poet Mary … Continue reading

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multiple metaphor

every morning i get up and surf—you saw it, just there, and now here i cut back but the wave is propelling me onward till here, i cut back, then race further along; call it slicing or falling, it’s messing … Continue reading

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