Category Archives: Monkeyshines

See the trailer for my video series-in progress, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eE7jg6dXa_k

The more interesting things are on the inside; the cover is a disguise.    

Hear a recording from my live reading on April 4–a collaboration with the spectacular Marck Beggs.  It’s accompanied by a little video mashup, here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7Y58cNx1mg&feature=youtu.be

For Day 3 of National Poetry Month, my poem “Spider, Ghost,” recorded on Audioboo, here… http://audioboo.fm/boos/741861-spider-ghost-a-poem-aloud

I wait for you in Cuba as we agreed. I don’t expect you, but intend. The room is dark, cool. Rum, too. Some lime. Sublime. A white hat. It isn’t you again. Sublime.

It’s National Poetry Month, and since I just discovered the joy of Audioboo, I thought it would be appropriate to record one of my own poems there.  Here’s the link… http://audioboo.fm/boos/738073-jarbug-years-a-poem

1912 O’Connell February 15, 2012 Dear Pink House, It’s been a long time; I hope you are well!  You may not remember me; after all, who didn’t pick the blackberries that grew along the back fence line, too naive even … Continue reading →

It means look inside the dark places to see if there can be sky.

This little rectangular photo, of paper and ink and a moment in time when my father was a grown-up boy, playing on the beach with the other boys, turning handstands and backflips: I can smell the fresh and sweaty salt … Continue reading →