Strike!

I've just had a poem accepted for issue 90 of Short, Fast, and Deadly.

How Public, Like a Blog

I'm not sure what this is going to be yet. I guess I'm seeing a need for what in the Dark Ages was called a "home page." I've never really wanted a "this is me" page; I've created pages for specific projects or archives or pursuits.

I guess that this one is about poetry in the same way that I'm about poetry.

Go to 6935 Laurel Avenue, Takoma Park, Maryland. Face the door. Turn right. Walk to the alley/driveway on the left. Follow it until the area opens out into a parking lot. Walk about 20 feet. Look left. This is where that photo, above, was taken. I'm going to guess that it's spring 1962 and that the baby is about 14 months old. Does that sound right? I don't know babies.

We lived in the building in the background. Apartments up, Park Pharmacy down. Later, Park Pharmacy moved, so the reference points are a bit messed up.

Say you're reading this and you're looking for a poetry prompt. Type your oldest address that you can remember into Google. Go to street view. If you find your house, what would you see now if you were looking out from its front door?