I had more negative feedback about this poem than anything I’ve ever published. And I thought it was a pretty simple little thing.
I love crowds. I love thinking about the lives of all the people I will never know. Airports are some of my favorite places.
Some times my poems are fiction. Some times they are creative non-fiction. This one is pretty much nonfiction.
I don’t write speculative fiction very often, but Clarkesworld was kind enough to take this odd little story a few years ago. I grew up reading Ray Bradbury, so I’m always humbled by writers who can do fantasy or science fiction or just plain weird really well. Clarkesworld has been a consistently good site for those writers and I’m proud to be listed among writers far more accomplished than I’ll ever be.
I rarely write about faith, but, then I do. Thanks to Psaltery and Lyre for publishing a few of my poems over the years.
I was fortunate to have two spectacular Joyce scholars as teachers when I was in grad school (Michael Patrick Gillespie at Marquette and José Lanters at UWM). If I had a few more lives to lead, one of them would be as a Joycean, but sadly, in this life I just dabble. Raymond Carver is another one of my literary heroes. He’s out of favor now, but reading Carver was illuminating for me. Common people, doing common things, have stories too. I still believe that. The Raymond Carver Review took this article a few years back, which I originally wrote for an international conference on the short story in English held in Lisbon, Portugal. I was so lucky to have the chance to test it out before a sharp audience first and then the fine editorial assistance of the RCR.