One of the best and worst things about the age in which we live and the technology of the privileged is that in-person communication is almost becoming obsolete. At least that’s what I thought initially regarding introverts such as myself. When Covid-19 took away the coffee house open mics, the bar readings, the bookstore recitals, and slams in cramped clubs, however, I noticed a pang I’d not felt for some time – not necessarily a dire need to be in the presence of others, but a loneliness that comes from the lack of connection to the energy of music played to a crowd, the urgency behind a poem spoken to an audience. And yet, from our extended stay in, there was broadcast and saved for the eternal life of servers and digital memory everything performed and published during that time.

I’m a huge fan of chapbooks and poetry journals. I love taking my time with them. Creating the flow of each entry in my own voice according to the directions (or lack thereof) in their punctuation and formatting, but “…so much more than words is said in the saying of a poem.” That is to say I also relish how authors speak their own words. And when I Googled to see if there were any audio zines out there on the Web, no such thing popped up. Sure, there were podcasts and vlogs that featured interviews with poets who would also read their work, as well as journals with separate sections dedicated to recordings, but there didn’t appear to be any journals dedicated to publishing issues comprised of spoken words. For so many artists, words only live in the air, and I, as a trained academic, feel academia has short-changed the value of that avenue of expression. Be the change you want to see in the world. That’s tough for me, but….

Handheld conical bullhorn insdcribed with "Stanza Cannon" atop a piece of paper reading "a high-caliber audio zine" that extends from a typewriter.
Logo by Black Market Eagle

With an idea and a passion (and not much else), I decided to double down on my sporadically crippling impostor syndrome and put together Stanza Cannon – a quarterly published literary zine dedicated to audio poetry. The responses from friends and strangers alike, of all different backgrounds, were encouraging, and I’m happy to say the page view stats as well as the number of listens (per track and issue) were also heartening. I have no idea if I’m qualified to be doing this, but what is a journal editor other than a curator of content that speaks to their own intellectual and emotional leanings? And by taking on a roll of promoting the voices of others, I find myself once again connected to the soul of poetry – at times brought to literal tears by the power of some of the submissions sent to Stanza Cannon. I am also lucky enough to have had my passion for poetry reignited as something not wholly in my head, as translated from dried ink upon pages or lifeless pixels on eye-deadening screens, but pieces communicated via the most intimate of instruments: the human voice.

Treasures found!

Posted: March 6, 2022 in Ink's Poetry

Hello there. I was recently doing some spring cleaning and came upon a box filled with some copies of books I thought were long extinct. These include my first self-published collection, Miserable with fire, and a collection published by Piscataway House Publications, Death Loves a Drinking Game.

Details about the books and how to obtain them are available on this page. Supplies are extremely limited, so get one before it is impossible to do so.

Miserable with Fire (2011)
Death Loves a Drinking Game (2014)


Posted: April 1, 2018 in Ink's Poetry

So the chapbook came out, and something amazing happened. People who pre-ordered started posting pictures with it soon after as it arrived on their doorsteps or in their mailboxes. I’m baffled, quite frankly, in the most pleasant way imaginable. 61 Central is an intensely personal piece written in unforgivingly dense fashion, so I didn’t think it would agree with most. But even people who swear off modern poetry, like my father, got to the core of it seemingly with little issue and made some grand comments!

(Now, PLEASE go leave reviews on its page on Finishing Line Press and Amazon!)

And since I’m not one to believe my efforts worth much, I sent out a thank you to all those who pre-ordered. It was meant as a fun bit of fluff to complement the air of 61 Central and give the reader a little more value for their money for plunking down what I know, for some, was very limited funds. That gift, which shall remain nameless as it has also since gone out to publishers, is personalized with a drawing on the front cover and their name underneath. (Pictured below, a cropped picture of the front cover prior to personalization.)


Apologies to those who got theirs first; I got better at drawing the further along I got into doing them in order. And thank you, everyone who pre-ordered and shared your reactions with me. It means the world, and you do too.

Posted: September 29, 2017 in Ink's Poetry




It’s been a long time coming, and it’s still got a little ways to go yet, but 61 Central will be available as of January 2018 from the folks over at Finishing Line Press!

Put in your pre-order now!

It may only be autumn now, but the chills start in January.



Some kind words about 61 Central from some fantastic people:

“In 61 Central, Ink explores an old Central Pennsylvania coal town turned ghost town by a man-made environmental disaster and the highway that runs through it. Using language that’s both concise and cinematic, he at times evokes the suspense of Steven Spielberg’s classic film debut Duel and Muriel Rukeyser’s poetic document of environmental disaster, The Book of the Dead. He empathizes with what was and what remains, while his description of the all consuming eternal inferno that rages just below the surface is chilling.”

–Tony Gruenewald, Poet, The Secret History of New Jersey


61 Central makes interesting work of winter—how gentle weather casts a devastated and haunting terrain, due mostly to the human impact within that landscape. Ink frames a reality not for fallen snow, but it’s aftermath. This is why we yearn for warmer months.”

–Patrick Boyle, Features Editor, The Rumpus


“In 61 Central “this much is obvious: no-one is home.” An empty town, like absence, has “no vocabulary,” yet Ink’s poetry outlines the shapes of ghosts. The concrete of empty houses turns to “bones” and abandoned couches become “almost-alters.” This collection beautifully leads us through an abandoned town evoking an ache and yearning for all those we will never know.”

–Nicelle Davis, Poet, In the Circus of You, The Walled Wife