In case you haven’t noticed it (and you probably have), there is a revolution going on in the world of publishing. When my first two poetry chapbooks came out in 1975, they were published by Tangent Publications of St. Paul, Minnesota, a partnership between artist David Genszler and myself. David had done some wonderful drawings for one of the books, We Play Each Other Like Jazz Musicians, we found a printer in St. Paul, and printed up about a hundred copies of each book. Ten years later wh...

The next day when grandfather went out for a walk, the raven didn't appear until he was a good fifteen minutes into his walk and had stopped to admire a little league baseball game that was going on in a nearby park. As he stood there, he heard the sound of a creaking hinge coming from a nearby bush. Turning his head toward the sound, he saw a large raven sitting atop the bush, looking at him.

 “Is that you?” he as...

One morning while grandfather was out walking, a big raven flew down and lit in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. “Kaaaaaa! ” the raven said. Then,...