If you’ve ever read or heard the fable of the greedy dog who dropped his bone in water, my poem, “Gluttony,” is a real-life version of the tale. Check out the video below that’s inspired by the poem.
How awesome is my sister-in-law? She threw us a surprise drive-by baby shower!
Last week, I posted the video for “Beacon,” which was inspired by the first poem I wrote about our experience with lupus, my wife on dialysis, and our surgery. I said that was part one of the journey. The above video is part two, “Into the Light.”
Two years ago, I became an organ donor when my wife lost kidney function because of lupus. This video was inspired by the poem I wrote about our experience before our surgeries. I wrote another poem while recovering in my hospital room. This video is part 1 of the journey.
Never bet against your wife. My cousin Alvin tried to teach me that through his marriage crash course. “Love”–Alvin’s pet name for his wife, Natasha–“is always right,” he once told me. “Even when she’s wrong, she’s right.” Conventional wisdom tells guys being “wrong” is better than sleeping on the couch. You’d think I’d heed that advice […]
Full disclosure: I’m the senior program director for the D.C. Creative Writing Workshop. We’re always bragging about our students. They’re always doing amazing things. Here’s another post about what they’ve accomplished. TyJuan Hogan threw off the gloves when he stepped to the mic last Saturday. Earlier, while the other finalists read their poems aloud, the […]
I don’t know about the other attendees, but I’m still swooning from Jan Beatty’s reading at Split This Rock 2010. That year marked the second time for the biennial literary festival that Sarah Browning started as a way of providing a “permanent home for progressive poets.” Since it started in 2008, Split This Rock has […]
Drift (Willow Books, 2012) is now available. Order it from Small Press Distribution or get it directly from me: Praise for Drift: “Tender and tough, the poems in Alan King’s wonderful debut book of poems, Drift, reveal the cities of memory, love and friendship with the precise and caring eye of a poet deeply invested […]
Five minutes before her set, Carolyn Malachi was at a corner booth near the stage, pulling up poems and song lyrics on her tablet. Behind her were two open booths. The empty chairs last night outnumbered the audience in the Langston Room at the 14th and V streets Busboys and Poets. The empty seats were […]