Red Room Where the Writers Are

I love exploring my darker side--this piece could have the alternate title "Why Steve should never eat pizza late at night and fall asleep after looking at naughty XXX websites."

I wrote this for some girl a long time ago--and I gave it to her and I don't think she ever really appreciated it...probably explains why I made a better choice and went with "old F

This was the poem that I wrote for my Grandmother, Foy Bragg, before she passed away from lung cancer in 2006.  Basically, this poem became her eulogy at her funeral--easily one of my best pieces.

Wow, dug this one out of a box--what a difference "NOT DRINKING SO MUCH" makes.

Oh, like you don't find sad clowns interesting--shut up.

Enjoy!

Oh oh oh--we've reached the "hump" of my 6 piece submission to "The New Yorker" last November.

Several months ago, I attempted to submit 6 poems to the New Yorker. March was allegedly the month that they would contact me IF they were interested in my work...