Something of myself

Marc and Moira
with Moira Egan at Anglo-American Book, Rome

Your image flickers like a candle’s wick
in time’s dense mirror. What you cannot hold
is all there is. Arrive, depart. The train
warps through the station’s prism, its refrain
refracted coordinates. Fade to gold:
the sun goes down like a child’s magic trick.

[read more at Rattle]

Like most people, I wear many masks: husband, father, poet, teacher, skateboarder. I go through phases and this blog has tracked them off and on since 2009. It’s a mixed bag, but hey so is life. If you surf around the archives you’re likely to find an old post I wouldn’t have written today. Others, I might. People change, and opinions and interests change with them. 

I’ve been interested in poetry since I took a (disastrous) intro in college. A few years later I discovered Hart Crane among the dusty alphabets at the Gotham Book Mart. You know how that goes; as Rilke put it, “You must change your life.” 

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I’ve been writing and publishing poetry since about 1998. My first poems came out in the now-defunct Brooklyn-based journal Pivot, and more recently my work has been featured at Rattle, Ligeia, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and Baltimore Review (full list of publications here). My first collection, Unburial, was published in 2019 by Kelsay Books. My second collection, Still Life with City, is forthcoming – sometime soon – with Pski’s Porch. My work has been nominated for Pushcart Prizes in 2019 and 2021. As of January 2022, I am a poetry reader for Baltimore Review

I don’t care much for labels or schools of any sort. I’m most interested in getting into the poem, walking through an unmarked door and seeing what’s inside the room. Re-arranging furniture, so to speak. If that gets done with rhyme and meter or without it doesn’t interest me. I think Dylan Thomas once said that he’d do whatever he had to to get what he wanted from a poem. I think that sums it up nicely. If you’re surprising yourself as you write, you’re probably doing it right.

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