Faroffplaces.org published my poem, “Besides Alice,” See the Summer 2018 issue, “Trespassers Beware.” Copies are available at www.faroffplaces.org.
I attended the 2nd Annual Rutgers-New Brunswick Writers’ Conference this past weekend.
I watched the #greatamericanread on PBS last week. I’m glad to see that some of my favorite books (like Moby Dick and War and Peace, to name just two) made it onto the list. You can bet that I’ll be voting for them. I can’t believe that The Scarlet Letter didn’t show up on the list. Anyone else have favorites that didn’t make it? What are your favorite reads?
The poem that was supposed to be published in Spring 2017 should finally make its appearance online this Spring. I will post a link once it’s actually live.
Keep your fingers crossed.
I am pleased to announce that one of my poems, “Beyond Alice,” will be published digitally by Far Off Places in their forthcoming Spring edition, “Trespassers Beware.”
I’ll post again when the issue comes out.
Recently, I read, What’s Mine Is Yours: The Rise of Collaborative Consumption, by Rachel Botsman and Roo Rogers.
According to Botsman and Rogers, BIXI, a bike-sharing system, which launched in Montreal in 2009, is one of a small group of companies focusing on alternative commuting solutions in large urban areas.
The BIXI system, now under the auspices of PBSC Urban Solutions, has expanded to other large cities around the world. The New York Times ran a short article about PBSC Urban Solutions in the Business section of its Sunday, 1/11/15, edition. According to this article, Bruno Rodi, a Canadian real estate developer, saved PBSC Urban Solutions from bankruptcy court and will take the company out of operating bike-share systems and will focus on selling hardware and software. Rodi is quoted in the Times article as saying, “We’re going back to our core business [emphasis added], which was to build this machine. I don’t need to worry about how many workers are on this street or in that city. It’s not my job.” Huh? Don’t understand this one.
Sylvia watched the sailboats outside her window and heard the carillon chime an elegy The remnants of her love fell around her like flakes of soot in the harsh glare of complexity The sun, loud and clear glanced of the beauty of innuendoes and circled her iron patience Perhaps, love in its altered dimensions will take pity on her boredom, exquisite and excessive And sting her again with the astringency of witch hazel.
I will be posting some of my photos and musings on books I’ve read. In the future, look for postings of my poems and stories as well.