Friday, August 17, 2012

tHP host Chuck Gregory interviews Jim Bowers

Chuck Gregory, longimte host of the Herscher Project's private site, has been co-host of The New American Dream Radio Show since February 2011. On Thursday, August 16, 2012, Jim Bowers was one of the two guests of the week.

The other guest, Michael Annis, has been called 'the most dangerous poet on the planet' and he read an excerpt from “Through the Slits of Orlando’s Eyelids,” part of this stunning publication at issuu:

Jim and Chuck talked about the Herscher Project and discussed books, including a current favorite of Jim's
Full Body Burden: Growing Up in the Nuclear Shadow of Rocky Flats.

Read/listen to the show here:
or here

Saturday, April 30, 2011

We’re In The Islands, But Where Are The Virgins?


 St. Thomas was our first stop in the U.S. Virgin Islands.  We spent several days moored at Christmas Cove at the unpopulated Great St. James Island, snorkeling our little hearts out.  We then moved to the harbor at Charlotte Amalie.  Our friends, Carl and Carrie on Sanctuary, have been living and working here, so we met with them and Steve and Lynn on Celebration for a great dinner of make-your-own pizzas.  It was interesting – and a bit un-nerving, to watch the huge cruise ships come into and off of the docks, they seem to come so close to the anchored boats.  We now know where NOT to anchor in this harbor.  Although the waterfront is all duty-free shops, we’re not really shoppers, and it was more interesting to wander the back roads of downtown Charlotte Amalie and see all the old stone buildings, some colorfully painted, others left natural.  Of course, from the hills we had beautiful views over the town and the harbor.



Vieques is an island, one of the Spanish Virgin Islands, that belongs to Puerto Rico and lies less than ten miles off of the Puerto Rican east coast.  The water was relatively clear, and we got to snorkel again.  Yeah!  We haven’t had good snorkeling since the Bahamas.  One of the highlights of our stay on Vieques was kayaking one night into Puerto Mosquito, also known as Bio Bay for the intense bioluminescence there.  Every dip of the paddle produced a green glow, and we left a glowing green wake.  Our presence disturbed fish, and they looked like underwater fireworks as they shot off away from us.  It was pretty fantastic.

El Yunque Rainforest

 We hiked one morning in the El Yunque Rainforest – beautiful!  The road up to the rainforest was narrow and winding, lined with great clumps of tall bamboo that occasionally broke onto beautiful vistas over to the coast.  We arrived early and had to wait for them to open the gate, then hiked the Rio Sabana trail.  This southern end of the park has been cut off from the main area to the north because the bridge spanning the river collapsed – twice – and isn’t going to be rebuilt.  Consequently, this area of the park is less crowded, and for most of the time were the only ones on the trail.  The trail was shaded by various hardwood and palm trees, and tall tree ferns.  Bromiliads were everywhere, hanging from the trees and nestled in the undergrowth, as were many species of fern, and vines draped the trees.  We heard lots of birds and tree frogs.   A few small streams flowed down rocky beds, but we saw many dry beds; it must be pretty impressive during the rainy season when the streams are full, and much more difficult to hike in the mud.  At the end of the hike, we cooled our feet in the pools of the Rio Sabana.

Monday, March 7, 2011

The Bench in the Park

I am alone and covered with snow
But it won't always be so.
When Spring begins and Winter ends
People will come to the park once again.

The old man will be back
Who throws crusts of bread to the birds
And talks to them as if they listen
And understand his words.

He'll tell them about his wife
How beautiful she was
And about his daughter away at college
And how he's proud of what she does.

Young lovers will also return
Who sit with me holding hands
Talking softly about their dreams
And dreamily about their plans.

Young mothers will also be back
Rocking their babies to sleep
Softly singing lullabies
While sitting here with me.

I am alone and covered with snow
But it won't always be so.

Poem by Steve Doyle
Photograph by Susan Doyle 

Friday, February 11, 2011

Oh, dear!

Are there really so few adverbs in "Like Rain on Spring Leaves" that "I Write Like" analysis should tell me this?

I write like
Stephen King

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