My old friend Danielle Sellers just launched a brand new online poetry journal, The Country Dog Review. It includes one of my “poems.”  I think it’s the first thing I’ve ever published that the editor has called a “poem.” Which is very kind of her.

When we lived in Baltimore, Danielle had a sweet pad in Saint Paul’s Court, which is like the Melrose Place of Baltimore, which you can imagine it pretty amazing – young wannabe Hollywood starlets living in Baltimore. Danielle was not one of them.  She was always a damn good poet.

She then moved downtown (or maybe she lived downtown first and then moved into the Court), closer to Baltimore’s well manicured Inner Harbor. And she had a big party. My friend Angshuman brought my friend from high school Jim (who was visiting from New York) to Danielle’s party, and they must have had a really good time, as they had neither the wherewithal nor money to get a cab home.  So they walked the two or so miles through central Baltimore back to my apartment at four in the morning arguing the validity of Dennis Quaid’s acting career versus that of his funnier but far less handsome brother Randy.  Angshuman was scandalized that anyone could suggest that Randy was the more accomplished Quaid brother. I have no opinion on this matter, and I suspect that Danielle Sellers does not either.

And now Danielle’s living in South Carolina with a beautiful baby and a poetry journal that’s set to blow up (despite my inclusion in its first issue).

Oh, and Rockbottom Dan Groves, the Pope of Prawvidence, has some bang-up verse in this issue too.