No Kings in Abingdon, VA!

Looking forward to reading poems with Catherine Carter in Greensboro tomorrow at Scuppernong Books!

We've extended our deadline for conference proposals until August 15. sites.google.com/view/acissou...

Hands Off! Boone, NC

This fox squirrel sighting made my day.

A poem from a past collection (Our Held Animal Breath) and a future one, Creature.

Blue skies after serious snow.

One of my beloved colleagues, who has lived much of his life in analogue, taped this to the office wall in the old way, and that’s how I read it, as I waited on my job at the copier to finish. The piece is one of the most intelligent that I’ve read about AI in the college classroom.

The bears, lynx, and wolves are back in Ireland in the sanctuary of Wild Ireland.

Across family lands and state lines / through Cherokee and Appalachian time, / the mountains stay. The mountains stay. They stay.