My poem, “Chinese Pastoral”, now up in the current issue of Hobble Creek Review, available at this link. To read, click on Current Issue, then scroll to my name and click. Check out all the great work in this lit mag, if you have some time. A big thanks to editor Justin Evans!
Poet. Photographer. Adventurer. Gypsy.
Lauren Tivey
Macaw in Xishuangbanna, China (my photos).
Check it out » Hitching Post of the Sun
Link to my poem, in the summer issue of Boston Literary Magazine (scroll down a bit). A big thank you to editor Robin Stratton.
Rain, rain, go away (my photos).
La souffrance existentielle de chat.
Check it out » Poem in Yellow Mama
My poem, “Pause”, now up in the April 2012 issue of Yellow Mama, at the link above. Some great fiction and poetry at this hard-boiled lit mag—check ‘em out, if you have some time.
Check it out » Poem in Red Fez
Link above to my poem, “Final Fight”, in the April, 2012 issue of Red Fez. This is a great lit journal, with lots of cool stuff and great works. Check ‘em out, if you have a chance.
“Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.” ~ T. S. Eliot
(my photo)
Look at this little powder puff! The black swans here had another batch of babies, and I’m sooo in love with them. (my photos)
R.I.P. Adrienne Rich
(May 16, 1929 - March 27, 2012).
The secret life of books: What DO all those books in your local bookstore get up to in the dark of night? Check out this cool animated short!
This is hilarious. Reformed Whores response video to Rush Limbaugh.
Welcome to Earth. Breathtaking video. Gorgeous music. Worth a watch!
Check it out » Poem on Yellow Mama
Wow, I’ve been gone a long time from Tumblr. Spent last month traveling through the enchanted Guangxi region of China, and am now back to a busy semester of teaching (I’m up to my eyeballs in student essays!). Anyway, it’s nice to be back.
Here’s a poem dedicated to my mother and late stepfather (link above) just published in the Valentine’s Day issue of Yellow Mama. A little more sentimental than my usual fare, but I can’t help it~I get mushy when I write about the people I love. And BTW, those last two stanzas should have been kept in the original tercets…
