Interview with Stephen Jay Schwartz

Join Me as I talk to Stephen Jay Schwartz. He is a film guy-turned-author. Before publishing his first novel, Los Angeles Times bestseller, Boulevard, Stephen Jay Schwartz spent a number of years as the Director of Development for film director Wolfgang Petersen (whose credits include Das Boot, In the Line of Fire, Air Force One, The Perfect Storm, Troy) where he worked with writers, producers and studio executives to develop screenplays for production. Among the film projects he helped developed are Air Force One, Outbreak, Red Corner, Bicentennial Man and Mighty Joe Young. His latest book BEAT is the object of my affection for this interview. Thanks for listening.IMG_9658



Interview with Jeanette Clough

Join Me as I talk to the poet Jeanette Clough.  This is an archived interview from my show in 2010. Jeanette Clough is a native of Paterson, New Jersey. She has been a waitress, children’s dance teacher, a ship’s librarian, and currently works for the Getty Research Institute. Her most recent poetry collection is Island, from Red Hen Press. She has published widely in such journals as Colorado Review, Denver Quarterly, Pool, Atlanta Review, and online in poeticdiversity and poetrybay. Her poetry received awards in the 2005 Ruskin Competition, the Rilke Competition, the Atlanta Review, the dA Center for the Arts, and the Los Angeles Fin de Millennium competition. She has been an editor for Solo, A Journal of Poetry and a reviewer for Poetry International.IMG_9658


HEAR IT LIVE: Interview with Chad Sweeney

Join me as I talk to Chad Sweeney. He is a new dad and a smart writer and in this interview we talk his daddy-dom and what he called the Woodstock of Poetry his 2010 victory lap made in California. Chad Sweeney’s third book of poems, Parable of Hide and Seek, was recently published by Alice James Books. Poems from the book appeared in American Poetry Review, Black Warrior, New American Writing and Best American Poetry 2008, and the poem “The Methodist and His Method” was read by Garrison Keillor on The Writer’s Almanac. Chad’s cotranslations of the Selected Works of Iranian poet H.E. Sayeh will appear next year from White Pine Press, and his fourth book of poems, a bilingual Spanish/English edition is forthcoming from Forklift Books, Wolf Milk: Lost Poems of Juan Sweeney. Chad teaches poetry and is a Ph.D. candidate at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo, where he lives with his wife, poet Jennifer K. Sweeney and their son Liam.IMG_9658


THINK OF TWITTER AS AN OCEAN. A wide blue tide that carries news, information, and your BRAND to every shore in the world. Learning to TWEET is like learning to ride a BOOGIE BOARD. Learning to control your movement to smooth, easy motions in 144 characters or less. Paddle calmly–only let the word out for small periods of backtalk; share and re share, like the tide. A TWEET alerts the other surfers in the area of your presence.

WAIT YOUR TURN. Be low-key, never to drop in on another or cut in on their wave. A TWEET is deferential, a TWEET is thoughtful, precise messaging. If you observe your TWEET has been shared by another, return the favor and re share it again.

As with any competitive sport, competency breeds acceptance and respect in your travels, come squall or ripple, TWITTER is an Ocean that can carry you home again. pop in a question, a quote, or a tip to get it moving along again.

Gonzo Journalism Defined (with poem)

Gonzo journalism is a style of journalism that embodies the page without claims of objectivity, often including the reporter as part of the story via a first-person narrative.

The word “gonzo” first came into its own in 1970 to describe an article by Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, who later popularized the style, making it his own. The term also applies to other subjective artistic endeavors—written, spoken, and audio.

Gonzo journalism involves an approach to accuracy through the reporting of first-person experiences and emotions, as compared to traditional journalism, which favors a detached style and relies on facts or quotations, attributed and/or verified by third parties.

Gonzo journalism disregards the strictly edited product favored by newspaper media and strives for a more personal approach; the personality of a story is a multi-sensory expression, unequivocally as important as the event the piece sets out to feature.

Use of sarcasm, humor, exaggeration, and profanity is common and celebrated.

Among the forefathers of the aforementioned new journalism movement, Thompson said in the February 15, 1973 issue of Rolling Stone, “If I’d written the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people—including me—would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.”

Long live Gonzo Journalism.



Under the scree of a mescaline-yellow sky

wheels roll along the red highway

crying with joy

and coyote calls.

High and low

low down high

Two men still laugh in the dust-heavy air

white top folded down

eyes lolling their stems

popping off and squawk

in the metronome flash-out short radio blare.

Down low

up high

life still high

Leather bodies fading in the noonday sun

fat on the dole to horn-rimmed sorrows

twisting mouth candy poplorica smile

black spot in the distance

spinning like the barrel of a six gun.

Life on high

life down low

still life still

One man coughs up a little tiny slice

of his morning keylime pie

choking back lullaby-memoirs as muddled as lime

singing that song that hum that same old hum -ding ring

telephone shock-faced scion.

High life

low life

still life

Under the blue collar of another town

fingernail scratching inner ear glum

the sellout flux horn-busted button-hole smut

shit scrawling dynamo

takes in the dawn

wilderness wild wide

jack-a-daw gape-dawn.

Still life

low life

high life

Whenever the typer stops

pushing in long enough

thin man and big man

stoke up and toke up the signal fire


all night

whiskey daydream a go-go.

Low life

high life

still life

twice burned in the desert

when the smoke circle scrum

banging marathon drum

lights it up like a match

by gone by the wayside silence

of the lamb chop moon.