Sunday poetry: "The Science Fiction Author Meets with Himself"

My poem this week in the Journal of Radical Wonder is "The Science Fiction Author Meets with Himself," a new piece from my manuscript in progress. A few weeks ago, I noted that "Poems at the Station" was the first poem that I had written with an epigraph. This is another one. Other than that, I will let the poem speak for itself. Thanks to John Brantingham and the other editors at Radical Wonder, as always, for the recognition.

Here are a couple of other recent noteworthy pieces in the journal:

John Yamrus, whose rough, spontaneous prose style has a way of cutting right to truths that many authors would avoid, has a genuinely poignant piece about the life of a small-press author. He has a new book out called TWENTY FOUR POEMS, and, as he writes: "all i know right now is that i got a new book out…i got a publisher who’s spent their hard earned money on putting it (and me) into print…and if i don’t tell you about it and ask you to buy one, then i’m doing me and you and them a great big fat dirty…and i’m not about to do anything even close to that." Please read his piece here, and then, if you're inclined, please look up his book on Amazon.

British flash fiction author Dave Alcock has a new piece called "Wreck," which offers a snapshot of a barroom conversation between two men. The story ends with the sentences: "Paul put his fingers to his forehead. He saw a friend’s wits sinking deep into an abyss. And he pictured Guy’s decency streaming rapidly away from him, like silver bubbles from the ruin of a ship." To find out how Paul and Guy reach that precarious moment, click here.