Awards supported in part by the Somerville Arts Council, a local agency supported by the Massachusetts Cultural Council, a state agency.

I was honored to be featured as artist of the month by the Somerville Arts Council.

I've been awarded a
2018 Literature Fellowship
from the Somerville Arts Council.

Slate Roof Press has been awarded a 2018 Project Grant from the Somerville Arts Council for a panel on bookmaking.


Saturday, Jan. 19, 10:30 a.m. “Wake Up and Smell the Poetry,” HCAM TV
Featured reader, with Chris Pahud. Hopkinton, MA
Host Cheryl Perreault with “a half hour intimate performance combined with anecdotes and insights about their art and the creative process. An open mic follows.” HCAM TV Studios 77 Main St, Hopkinton, MA. More info. at public is welcome to attend and join in.

Slate Roof Press poets have a full roster of readings. For more information, click here.


Remembering My Mother's Face

My Father Waves

The Salmon Go All the Way to Death




Individual 1

The bald man waves his arms, chanting
sacred curses he makes up himself,
while the chorus of his hair attempts Mahler
—thick and thin in surprising spots that fascinate—
here misdirecting the truth of what needs saying.
Red tie, red Christmas trees, red pockets laden,
but at a particularly vigorous gesture, the heavy gold belt
his girth requires falls away to reveal the old script,
once tucked out of sight, that gives cues and bells
to deputize ignorantly brutal devils. We’ve seen it before.
He isn’t embarrassed, so I am embarrassed for him.
One wing sprouts from his side, but aerodynamics
(he was too impatient to learn) state he cannot lift off.
His whirligig shouts and satellite dishes focus and
refract back his own words, his own spectacular
crucifixion impending. Again the curses, but they
are smoke and mirrors, his art the broken embers that
burn the palace down around him.

From Visual Verse, Vol. 06, Chapter 02
This poem appeared in Visual Verse: An Anthology of Art and Words, Vol. 06, Chapter 02. This ekphrastic journal sends out an image on the first of the month. “One image, one hour, 50-500 words. The picture is the starting point, the text is up to you.” December’s image, by Dong Chensheng, of a figure in red allowed me to channel some of my obsession with the terrible bombast directed at our democracy.

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I’ve changed the title to post here; formerly “It Could Also Be Laughter.” The wild gestures of the image and words I could not understand brought to mind for me….

From the Other Room

by Anna M. Warrock

"A remarkable coolness pervades the poems, in content and sensitive attention to form....these poems are mature and gorgeous." - Danielle Legros Georges

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Price: $17.00
Letterpress Cover
Handsewn Binding
ISBN: 978-1-63587-418

The effect is quietly shattering. These poems may or may not console the poet. They will console the rest of us, who have been there, and who owe Anna M. Warrock our deepest gratitude.
- Martín Espada, author of Vivas to Those Who Have Failed

Read more about the book here.