I will be at the Tucson Festival of Books on Sunday, March 16, from 1:30 to 4:30. Look for me at the Indie Authors Pavilion – Adult Fiction and Nonfiction. There’s no booth number, but it’s a big tent in the Exhibitors Section #200-261 on the Main Mall South near the UA Mall tent. Copies of my […]
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My poem “A Place You Never Knew” was just published in the spring 2025 issue of Innisfree Poetry Journal, their 40th issue https://www.innisfreepoetry.org/innisfree-40/gene-twaronite/
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I will be sharing poems from my new collection Death at the Mall at the Tucson Desert Art Museum on Saturday, Feb. 22, at 3:30 pm. The Tucson Arts Poetry Series (TAPS) was started Feb. 2023. Each 4th Saturday of the month, at 3:30 pm, two Arizona poets are highlighted reading their published work. The
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This poem is from my second collection, The Museum of Unwearable Shoes. I thought I’d share it today in honor of Mark Zuckerberg, who just announced that Meta is doing away with fact checking. Apparently facts are no longer important in these heady days of shifting reality, and we remember how his empire all started
Here’s an ABC poem (also known as abecedarian), one of the poems in my latest collection Death at the Mall. The poem gets its name because the first letter of each line begins with the letter A and follows sequentially through the alphabet to Z.
Found Poem from The Book of Psalms We spend our years as a tale that is told.I have considered the days of old,the years of ancient times.We see not our signs. My days are consumed like smoke.I am weary with my groaning.For I have eaten ashes like bread,and mingled my drink with weeping.I watch, and
For those of you in Tucson, just a reminder that I will doing my first reading from my new collection Death at the Mall, at Woods Memorial Library, on Saturday, Dec. 14, at 10:30 am. Here’s a flyer with more information.
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It has no effect on them, the zookeeper replied,when asked about the rhino’s missing horn.Better dehorned than dead.Saw it off now before they come in the nightto murder and dethrone your crowning gloryto be ground into magical cure-all powderor carved into obscene jeweled daggersto adorn a prince’s empty existence.Just remove the profit motive.How easy it
My poem “What Survives” was just published by Panoply, a Literary Zine. A cento is a poetic form composed entirely of lines from poems by other poets. It comes from the Latin word for patchwork.
Now that we know how they signal each otherthrough root hairs and fungal threads of meaning,will we ever learn to read these signalsand know what it is they talk aboutin the dark loamy layers below? Surely there must be moreto their talk than survivalas when insects or fires threaten,just as we sapiens came to learngrunts
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