San Diego

A poem you might have missed

One of those home town elegies. Sometimes your home town gives you a serious case of the blues. 


The Duck

Immense waves of flight

out from forests, out

from broken-mirror beaver

ponds of frozen mountains,

they fled from ice storms coming.

their shadows fell across the freeways

for days as I too migrated from frost

falling downslope and west,

looking to rest under a forgotten sun.

end of the continent--


it wasn't working. San Diego

after this bad spell I had, after

San Diego

"I write for those who have/ no comfort now and will never have any." -- A.R.Ammons


Well, here we are again, with my book in competition for the One Book One San Diego literary shindig.  How odd, to have one's hometown looking at the work.  Makes me pensive.


No really, this IS the last chance to vote!

Please vote for Luis in One Book, One San Diego! Voting closes tomorrow and the one thing he'd love for his birthday, is the chance to celebrate in his hometown!
It's easy to vote and you don't have to live in San Diego. Click here or go to to register and make your choice.
Thanks for your support and enthusiasm. It means so much to both of us!

Book club members have been some of my most enthusiastic and careful readers. I’m thrilled to share my work with you, answer your questions and tell you some of the stories behind the stories. This is our spot, just for us. Here, we can chat:  If I’m nearby, I’ll come and visit your club. Otherwise, we can Skype, talk over the phone or email. Sometimes, I’ll send surprises or hold contests.

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