
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
poem > book > t-shirt > song > video: R... R. A. I. N. I. N. "Under my umbrella (Ella ella ay ay ay)"
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
PhanArt > The Mockingbird Foundation
Once again, MANY THANKS to Pete Mason and PhanArt for featuring my "read the book," "SONG" and "light" shirts on the site! (Check out PhanArt's post here.)
For a good cause: A healthy percentage of all sales of these LOT-STYLE shirts benefit The Mockingbird Foundation. See all the shirts here!

For a good cause: A healthy percentage of all sales of these LOT-STYLE shirts benefit The Mockingbird Foundation. See all the shirts here!
Monday, April 16, 2012
*The Double-o Poem, or...*
*The Double-o Poem, or
All in a Woodpecker’s Afternoon*
Crooked doors, stools, brooms, a poor-looking roof,
a gloomy sloop, even its moorings, a cook’s boots,
a poodle’s pooper-scooper, a groom’s Zoot suit and
even the bloody root of his floozy’s toothache. Next,
the sooty books that the rookie hoodlums boosted from
school, and then, of course, their bedroom floorboards.
All this: our woodpecker’s booty. There was even proof
in their footballs and pool cues. But, just after our culprit
tooled and toodle-oo’d through all that stood aloof in the
cool, in roosts and in zoos, in loopholes and in hoodoos,
even in the spooky oomph a-the moon abloom with oodles
of moola and goodies and mood, yes, after goofing around
the woolgathering of this here boondoggle, this foolery, a
loose, smooth ooze of doodlebugs flooded in, boozing up
all the woodpecker’s grooves. Too
bad it flew away so soon.
-
Originally published in horse less review #5, and then in the book, Poemergency Room.
All in a Woodpecker’s Afternoon*
Crooked doors, stools, brooms, a poor-looking roof,
a gloomy sloop, even its moorings, a cook’s boots,
a poodle’s pooper-scooper, a groom’s Zoot suit and
even the bloody root of his floozy’s toothache. Next,
the sooty books that the rookie hoodlums boosted from
school, and then, of course, their bedroom floorboards.
All this: our woodpecker’s booty. There was even proof
in their footballs and pool cues. But, just after our culprit
tooled and toodle-oo’d through all that stood aloof in the
cool, in roosts and in zoos, in loopholes and in hoodoos,
even in the spooky oomph a-the moon abloom with oodles
of moola and goodies and mood, yes, after goofing around
the woolgathering of this here boondoggle, this foolery, a
loose, smooth ooze of doodlebugs flooded in, boozing up
all the woodpecker’s grooves. Too
bad it flew away so soon.
-
Originally published in horse less review #5, and then in the book, Poemergency Room.
Monday, March 26, 2012
"CONCRETE POETRY IS ALWAYS IN STYLE"
"Philly poet Paul Siegell... has been responsible for visual poetry hijinks ever since he had an unforgettable summer fling with a mature Swiss lady named Helvetica..."
"Few weeks ago we were... seeing Galactic, a funk/jazz jam band from New Orleans, and one of our favorites. Opening up were the Soul Rebels Brass Band..."

"Few weeks ago we were... seeing Galactic, a funk/jazz jam band from New Orleans, and one of our favorites. Opening up were the Soul Rebels Brass Band..."
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
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