I have to admit--it's pretty amazing when you get to hold a physical copy of something you created when it hits shelves. I'm in San Diego--and the store, Comickazee, where I was picking up someth
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.
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...