yet abandoned the project?
abandon the project.
(Reposting this as a text post because I am an idiot. Yay!!! Also less annoying picture, but only a little. So soz.)
Originally posted April 21st, 2014.
Lisa Marie Basile, a wonderful poet & writer (seriously, she is. I think she’s amazing), recently said at LUNA LUNA Magazine (article: here) that poets should defend their art when confronted by the outside world. Shouldn’t the hard working poets, she says, get as much respect in the world as investment bankers, advertisers, and scientists? Don’t poets add as much value into the world as these mainstream folks?
The Exsanguination: Why I Don't Ever, Ever Want Children (Ever)
How could you possibly not want children? Motherhood is important, special. Itâs different when theyâre your own. Youâll be missing out on a huge part of your life. Youâll change your mind.
I wrote an article for the wonderful LUNA LUNA MAGAZINE! It’s about kids!!! (But mostly how I don’t want them)
Much thanks to them for running this piece. I feel really, really honored.
Supper & Repair Kit, by Nicole Wilson
Supper & Repair Kit, by Nicole Wilson. The Lettered Streets Press. 60 pages.Â $12.95, paper. What is a body? A person? How do we form identities when we exist in bodies we didn’t choose? How do …
I wrote this review for Nicole Wilson’s phenomenal new book! You can get a taste of her bone shaking poems at @ Heavy Feather & then buy the book from The Lettered Streets Press!
Remus, I love you. Pasito,
also. With this there should be a
Norris. Henry Houseware.
For each teeth a shoe. For your transmuted
hand, a bonnet. I can make you
present as the rest, I can
mind the dishes. With K
no more moons, or friendly moons,
or connected bedrooms like in hotels.
You can read Where are my friends that will love me forever? @ FINERY!
This poem is from a larger collection that tells a story about a girl named K. Enjoy the proper noun-y goodness.
Psssttt… That’s my broadside in the first photo!
Seriously, everything Coconut puts out is fab-fab-fab. So honored they printed my broadside this year!
the BEST thing about AWP was the Mixed Methods panel. Bianca Stone read some of her poetry comics and talked about the intersection of art and poetry. She warned against illustration as a method for this sort of work and the dangers of image over taking language and basically repeated every rant I’ve ever shrieked at people regarding multimodality.
The Coconut Poetry table is selling a broadside of one of my poems!
The poem is new and features birthday cake, boys’ underwear, and a terrible mythology joke that nobody likes. It is called CAVEO!!!
It is a fun poem and it is in physical form from cool people (i.e. Coconut, not me.) so you should take one home with you.
I am signing them so you can have some of the skin residue from my hands thrown in for free. What a deal!
I AM READING AT THIS THING!!! COME SEE MY KNEES KNOCK!! I WILL BE BRINGING A BACKPACK CLEVERLY DISGUISED AS A STUFFED ANIMAL SO I WILL HAVE SOMETHING TO CUDDLE!!! THERE ARE POEMS THAT I FIND VERY EMBARRASSING!!! YOU CAN BUY MY CHAPBOOK AND I WILL FEEL MORE EMBARRASSED!!!
White Deer / M. Forajter
dancing girl press, 2014 $7.00 M. Forajter is a recent MFA graduate from Columbia College Chicago. She currently teaches writing at the City Col
mY CHApbooK WHITE DEER camE OUT todAY so you shoulD totally go look at it & maybe buy it if it sparks your fancy?????then you can come see me read it at AWP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I like it but mostly I love dancing girl press because Kristy is ammaazzzzinnng. I love her. I love her like I love marshmallows.
This was a commission piece I’ve been working on for the past few weeks. It’s basically an acrylic painting, fit into a box, and covered with epoxy resin. Unfortunately, the resin didn’t set right and there’s a flaw in the finish. As you can see in the photo, there is a manky inch long bubble along the top dip in the heart. Obviously, I can’t sell it now and there’s nothing I can do to fix it. (I also hate this painting with a fiery fucking passion.)
Usually I do up the box a bit more, but there’s no point in working on it anymore. Knowing me, it’s likely to going to sit on my desk and slowly fill with sunflower seed shells—- so I’m giving it away. If anyone wants this bubbly shit, send me a message & I’ll give it to you or mail it to you or smash it up with a hammer. Your choice.
P,S. there’s gold leaf on it so basically you win!
this painting is called i wasted a fridge pack of mt dew and ten hours of my life on this but i’m sick of it so you can have it.