I am honored that the editors of Bristlecone, Jim Keller, Murray Moulding, Sandra S. McRae, and Joseph Hutchison, have included four of my poems in their January 2023 issue. Bristlecone is an online journal, and it features writers of the Mountain West. Three of my poems in this issue concern painting, two of those ekphrastic (one on a painting by Jane Shoenfeld), and the other is the song of carpet moths cheerily devouring a Navajo weaving. BRISTLECONE

The acceptance of my poem, “Hipbones of the Patriarchs,” by Pudding editor Connie Willett Everett represents a happy confluence of loyalty and persistence. This poem has been through innumerable revisions since it was written last century on an Apple II-E computer. It has also undergone countless editors’ rejections since then until the version finalized in August of this year and taken by Connie today to be published in her first edition of 2023. Pudding, or as it used to be called under a previous editor, Pudding House, and I also go back a ways. To wit, Pudding House published my 3rd chapbook, Mr. Ubiquity, in 1997 and my 4th chapbook, The Fast of Thoth, in 2002. Additionally, “Hipbones of the Patriarchs” will be my 10th individual poem published by Pudding magazine since 1995.

The well-known poet, editor, and ventriloquist J. P. Dancing Bear has snagged a poem from Breaking Down Familiar to re-post in his online publication. Verse Daily culls current poetry book and journal publications to feature one poem a day in its widely viewed online magazine. The short poem, “Rights,” broaches several topics–damaging strokes, patriarchal family domination, filial fear and obedience.

Brian Daldorph, who edits Coal City Review out of Lawrence, Kansas, has accepted two poems about heavenly bodies. “Friends” addresses the Perseids and “Moon Salutations” takes place at least on one level in a yoga class. These are the 3rd and 4th poems of mine to be published in this journal. Mr. Daldorph, who hails from Great Britain, perhaps carried the Coal City Review from some smudgy, industrial city like Newcastle to the plains of Kansas.

A bristlecone pine may not be as impressive at first as a beautiful blue spruce or a majestic fir. They are small, wiry, gnarly trees that cling to dry, rocky places other evergreens wouldn’t deign to try to survive in. But they cling on. And on. And on. They grow twisted as embodiments of wind. Among their ranks are some of the oldest trees on Earth. Some alive today in the American west were living when Jesus of Nazareth strode the planet. So I am pleased to have my poems included in a journal of the western US called Bristlecone. The editors, Joseph Hutchinson, Jim Keller, Sandra S. McRae, and Murray Molding, have generously published two of my poems in the September 2022 issue and have accepted four for an upcoming issue. Here’s the first two.

I was pleased to receive the galley proof of my new book, Breaking Down Familiar, from Scott Douglas at Mainstreet Rag Publishing Company. It looks great and I love the cover art by Barbara Mehlman. I’ll get the corrections pronto to Scott and production will follow. I appreciate the patience of people who have already pre-ordered the book at the discount price of $9 plus shipping. I learned from Scott that production of books ahead of mine in the queue was delayed due to the hospitalization of the press operator with Covid. So Scott had to scramble to find an alternative. There is still time to pre-order the book at the discounted rate at:

Anita Skeen of Michigan State University Press notified me that my book manuscript was one of five finalists for the Wheelbarrow Books Award. She kindly sent me the comments of the judges on my manuscript. How considerate of her to give me such encouragement despite my not winning the prize.

The first issue of the New Mexico Poetry Anthology will include a poem by me about a Russian olive tree, “Something of the Silver Sea,” as well as a poem by my wife, Jane Shoenfeld, “Subterrane.” I believe this is the third time our work has been included in the same publication.

One of the few journals that actually pays for poems, the Notre Dame Review accepted “Egg Reverence During a Scourge.” The “scourge” is, obviously, the Covid 19 pandemic, but the poem strives to look further than just this catastrophe. This is my 3rd poem accepted by the journal of the school where my nephew Matthew earned his bachelor’s degree.