News: Award Nomination

I am all a-bubble with excitement today! Cahoodaloodaling announced their 2015 Best of the Net nominations this morning, and my poem “Amelia Earhart Leaves her Husband” was among them!

The Best of the Net Anthology is released each spring by Sundress Publications. From their site:

This project continues to promote the diverse and growing collection of voices who are publishing their work online, a venue that continues to see less respect from such yearly anthologies as the Pushcart and Best American series. This anthology serves to bring greater respect to an innovative and continually expanding medium in the same medium in which it is published.

I’m honored to get a nod from Rachel Nix and Rhiannon Thorne at cahoodaloodaling, who have been beautifully supportive of my career (and who create wonderful art, to boot).

The finalists and winners will be announced some time in the spring of 2016.

Huzzah!

News: Publication

I’ve been out and about, and forgot to share that my poem “Winter” was featured at Pankhearst: Fresh last Friday. Pankhearst Fresh/Featured highlights new and emerging artists who don’t have a collection of poems published yet. Go here to check out my poem, and here to find out how to submit to Pankhearst.

Here are the two reasons I’ve been too busy to internet:

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Talking about Really Important Poetry Things in Pittsburgh, PA
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Camping/hiking/rafting/fighting off black bears in Ohiopyle, PA

News: Project

Jen Stein, one of the poets I’ll be reading with this Thursday in Pittsburgh, recently alerted me to the existence of the Lament for the Dead project. Editor Carey Wallace describes the project this way:

Lament for the Dead is an online community poetry project which will mark the death of every person killed by police this summer, and every police officer who loses life in the line of duty, with a poem.
The first lie that hate tells us is that any other person is not as human as we are.

This project resists that lie by recognizing each other’s humanity, even in the most difficult places.

I felt compelled to participate, and received my poem assignment yesterday morning: a 57 year-old man named William Dale Jeffries from Watson, WV who ultimately died because he urinated near a business while he was walking home drunk. Click here for the news story.

It’s difficult to write a poem about someone you know very little about, but whose death you are inexplicably very emotional about. I found myself fixated on the idea of control: the impression of powerlessness he likely got from growing up in foster care, the dog he would tie up outside the bar while he drank, the immediate need to urinate, the officer who wanted to control the situation.

This was a powerful experience for me. If you’d like to participate, you can contact Carey Wallace. You receive a date or two to be “on call,” then you receive an assignment one of the mornings, and have to have the poem back by midnight that night. It’s published the next day. They need several hundred poets to assist with the project.

You can find my poem for William Dale Jeffries here. Rest in peace, Mr. Jeffries.

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What I’m Reading: Poems by Jocelyn Sears

I happened upon the poems “Accidental” and “Keep” by Jocelyn Sears in BOAAT today. They’re the sort of poems that, on first read, you just tumble through them, pulled by the gravity of the story, imagery, and language, and find yourself at the bottom of them breathless, covered in leaves, and eager for another ride down.

From “Accidental”:

AccidentalRead her BOAAT poems here, and find some of her other work here.

What I’m Reading: Ekphrastic Poems by Sara Biggs Chaney

Today I’m reading and re-reading ekphrastic poems by Sara Biggs Chaney at The Boiler. They’re based on the photographs of Katerina Plotnikova, who uses live animals and striking color in her photographs — they’re very evocative. So, too, are Sara’s poems.

From “II. Brown Bear“:

I smell my death on your belly
and I do not flinch.

Your face               a cannon
on the hinge of my neck

See the photos that inspired the poems here and here.

News: Publication

I’ve got six (6) (?!?) poems appearing in the summer issue of Menacing Hedge, each of which includes a reading in my dulcet voice (which has previously been praised for “the purity of its timbre,” FYI):

Repetitive Motion Injuries
Rape Poem #3
The Persistent Appeal of Synchronized Drowning
The Secret Life of a Secret Collector
Explanations for Silence
Butcher’s Goodbye

An excerpt from “Repetitive Motion Injuries”:

I have the tissue paper wrists of a child,
barely wider than the blue thread stitching
through them, just thick enough to tingle life
into these lined hands. He held them

both in one hand behind me.

Please note “Repetitive Motion Injuries” and “Rape Poem #3” may be triggering to some victims of sexual assault.

The issue also features work by Deborah Bacharach, Amber Amber Rose Edmondson, Alicia Elkort, Ruth Foley, Fox Frazier-Foley, Brenda Mann Hammack, Jennifer Hanks, Amy Elisabeth Hansen, Lissa Kiernan, Andrew Koch, Kathleen Brewin Lewis, Emily Stoddard Furrow, Timothy Day, Jay Gershwin, Kat Giordano and Connie Guo. Read the whole lovely thing here.

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Art for Summer 2015 issue of Menacing Hedge by MANDEM

News: Reading July 23, 2015 7:00 pm

At 7:00 pm on July 23, I’ll be reading at Classic Lines, a bookstore in Pittsburgh, PA along with brilliant poets Jen Stein and Ruth Foley. Click here for more details.

You may remember Jen from the TheThe Poetry Blog feature I posted about a couple weeks ago. Jen is a writer, an advocate, a mother and a finder of lost things. She lives in Fairfax, Virginia where she works to help find employment for people experiencing or at risk of homelessness. Her work has recently appeared in Nonbinary Review and Stirring, and is featured in a micro-collection in Wood Becomes Bone. Here’s an excerpt of her poem “Sepia” from Stirring:

A grimm’s fairytale, perhaps, a tale of good
versus evil. Only, now it was because

his hands were dirty, and I was cleaner than
six in the morning, than trilliums and moss.

Ruth lives in Massachusetts, where she teaches English for Wheaton College. Her work appears in numerous web and print journals, including Antiphon, The Bellingham Review, The Louisville Review, and Sou’wester. She is the author of two chapbooks, Dear Turquoise (dancing girl press) and Creature Feature (ELJ Publications), and serves as Managing Editor for Cider Press Review. A few of her poems from Creature Feature were recently up at Extract(s); this is from “Dear Maria”:

. . . this is where your
power lies, where you might have grown

from peasant girl to peasant wife, your
own children playing near the dappled edge

—but dead, your power forces men to
their knees, and then their feet; . . .

Hope to see you there!

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What I’m Reading: Claire Falls in Love the Day they Prove the God Particle by Margaret Bashaar

The “Five Poems in Five Days” thing has been going around Facebook, so all my lovely poet friends are posting lovely poetry. Today I’m loving this gem that appeared in Stirring’s Volume 15, Edition 5 issue.

Day they proved the God Particle I saw
the small spot I was, how I walk this town,
same pattern the universe expands from,
too old to see everything a sign.

Ms. Bashaar is the Editor-in-Chief of Hyacinth Girl Press, and this poem can also be found in her recently-released book, Stationed Near the Gateway, from Sundress Publications.

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What I’m Reading: Breathtaking Poems Edition

I have happened upon a few poems recently that just …wow. Like, seriously, wow.

Here are links to them, with excerpts, so you can wow too.

A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention” by Yehuda Amichai

They amputated
your thighs off my hips.
As far as I’m concerned
they are all surgeons. All of them.

Lack of Grace” by Christina Seymour, in the new issue of Cider Press Review

Not one but two tire swings hang from the shattered maple
in the neighbor’s yard, part of spinning we never give up.

Since it hurts not to, being-with-you must be compulsory,
a respite from a heavy sigh that can’t be lifted.

My Story in a Late Style of Fire” by Larry Levis

If my house burned down tomorrow morning, & if I & my wife
And son stood looking on at the flames, & if, then
Someone stepped out of the crowd of bystanders
And said to me: “Didn’t you once know. . . ?” No. But if
One of the flames, rising up in the scherzo of fire, turned
All the windows blank with light, & if that flame could speak,
And if it said to me: “You loved her, didn’t you?” I’d answer,
Hands in my pockets, “Yes.” And then I’d let fire & misfortune
Overwhelm my life.

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“Fire Tree” by Tim Dolby, enamel paint and gold leaf on glass

News: June Poems of the Week

Throughout the month of June, I selected poems to appear each week at the TheThe Poetry Blog. TheThe is great at sharing interesting work and engaging essays and interviews. Here are the poems I selected, with an excerpt from each:

Better than Television and Will’s White Hen by Alisa Golden

Her ankles swole up
and she leaned on a
sprinkler key like a cane.

Letter from the Back Porch by Sara Biggs Chaney

I would never ask you
to come back

as I don’t contain ideas
like come back

The Size of Things, Decreasing Scale by Jen Stein

11) Your pupils grown wide soaking light
12) A bean seed to be planted
13) My pupils when fixated
14) The distance between your thumb and my neck

Nocturne in Which we Fail Yet Again to Have Sex in your Parents’ Hot Tub by Amorak Huey

Your breasts at the surface of the roiling water. The smell of chlorine
and desire. We divide and assign the space between us.

Your specialty is keeping score, mine is pretending not to.

A huge thanks to Fox Frazier-Foley and Micah Towery for inviting me to contribute!

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