Over a series of insomniac nights, I wrote a collection of poems inspired by the Oneohtrix Point Never album R Plus Seven. For every track on the album, there is a poem. These aren’t lyrics. Simply, they are words that translate the feels I encountered in experiencing each track. Words are all I have. As much as I am often scared of my feels in waking life, I love and embrace them in poetrylife. You might call the process audio ekphrasis.

The collection is now this week’s first look at Rhizome / The New Museum. What this means is the collection has taken over the Rhizome.org homepage for the week via a New Museum series. (i think?)

The collection will live permanently on NewHive, which is the tool I used to assemble the poems so that each text has the corresponding audio embedded.

Coverage at Fact and Dazed.

Thanks to curator Harry Burke.

OPN 4ever.

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I have 3 poems in the new issue of Tin House (but you have to buy it to read them) (but I still thought it was worth saying, because it’s Tin House) (have infiltrated the system).

Weird Sister interviewed me about being a witch (they thought they were interviewing me about being a feminist).

2 new poems at Third Rail Quarterly about being at war w mother nature + avenging my spirit. 1 2

One of my poems abt a hot boy at a wedding w a tongue piercing / suicidal ideation will be in a teen anthology from Viking in 2015 and they have a Tumblr interviewing all of the poets in that anthology. Here is my interview.

I’m a Rhizome First Look poet this month. Will update when the piece is live March 30.

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I have three poems in the December issue of POETRY magazine and am on the cover :) .

You can read the poems online:

Like a Real Flame

Lunar Shatters


Or hear me read them here.

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I can hold back till I’m dead.

Then I get to hump the light.

I will be so good at dead.

No grey room to frighten me.

Only the end of all the stale colors.

Everything become all the colors.

Watch me fucking the light.

Me licking light from my fingers.

Me with the light in my ass.

Me saying more and the light saying yes.

Me finding out what I always knew.

Which is what I know now but cannot remember.

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New poem involving snakes is poem of the day at the poetry foundation.

New poems involving vomit at the volta.

New poems involving vomit at powderkeg.

Rad review of SCARECRONE at fanzine.

Pitchfork interviewed me about a multimedia mixtape i curated.

Hello giggles talks about my twitter.

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I’m a Virgo with a Scorpio moon and Sag rising.

SCARECRONE was the July book at Emily Books, so if you want it as an ebook you can get it there.

Laia Garcia interviewed me at Emily Books about anxiety, the problem of reality, teenhood…

Monica McClure’s dope preface to the ebook was featured at The Poetry Foundation blog.

Poem from The Iowa Review and SCARECRONE is up at The Iowa Review site.

Did an interview with Splitsider about existential tweeting.

Wrote about buying into an endless Summer of youth (I want it!) at Lemonhound.


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I don’t want to be anything not even a poet, just trembles.

The way you get a poet to love you is be a ghost.

One ghost did this for me.

I rotted so hard in my wetness that I turned into a ghost myself.

But I remained a poet at heart.

That was my big mistake.

Oh god of ghosts and corporeal forms.

Help me torch my heart.

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New poem at PEN called LAST SEXT.

New poem at Typo called LUNAR WIDOW.

New poem in the new issue of The Iowa Review w/ a cracked mirror on the cover, but it’s not online. #legit

Three new poems in first issue of Glittermob.

I read some poems from SCARECRONE for Huffington Post in my dark yard in Venice, or u can just watch the vid on YouTube.

Guillaume Morissette wrote deep into SCARECRONE + Spencer Madsen’s You Can Make Anything Sad at On Metatron. #canada

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Why did you come to the light?

Because I was hurt.

How did you get hurt?

Chasing another light.

In what way did the light hurt you?

It left me.

How did it leave you?

It was attached to a body.

Will this light hurt you?

No it is so bright.

Was the other light bright?

Even brighter.

What is different about this light?

This light is real.

Was the other light fake?


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Shane Jones interviewed me about my relationship w food at The Believer and I was honest.

Dazed says I’m a literary rebel.

Cool lil review of Scarecrone at Paper by Gabby Bess.

New poem + giant pic of my mug at Flavorwire.

Interview about…poetry at Entropy.

Cool lil review of Scarecrone at Bookish.

Shoutout to my twitter at Shelf Awareness.

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How much longer will you write about love?

Till it’s over.

This is not really love you know that.

I know nothing.

Fill your mind with flowers instead of boys.

Boys are flowers.

Let’s not be drugs for each other let’s be deeper.

Why bother?

There is no such thing as rescue.

Rescue me.

There is no such thing as rescue.

Rescue me.

On the other side of bodies is what?

The empty.

Cease fighting everyone and everything.

Die in me.

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Publishers Weekly reviewed Scarecrone & ttly got it

Blake Butler gave Scarecrone witch luv at VICE

Maureen Thorson reviewed Scarecrone at Open Letters Monthly & now I scare myself

Is anybody reading this?

Jason Diamond wrote some cool shit about my twitter at Flavorwire

Mashable wrote some other cool shit about my twitter #666

Adam Robinson told the story of Scarecrone in a rad way that includes our rare, neverbeforeseen gchats

Edward Mullany interviewed me about sex, death + the supernatural at HTMLgiant

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I am afraid to be nothing.

The nothing is me, my totality and disintegration, or maybe it is just a feeling.

I call the feeling ‘nothing’ not because I am deep or French but because there is no word for becoming a whale and then dissolving.

Let’s call the feeling nothing1.

There is another kind of nothing, we’ll call it nothing2.

This nothing is a cinematic nothing, more tactile than the first, a black vacuum, a gooey void, memelike, the French one.

I have no relationship with nothing2, because it has rejected me, though sometimes I pretend to be well-versed in nothing2.

I speak as though nothing2 is a close friend, an ally, has me on its list.

I do this so as to appear deep.

I want to appear deep, because i do not feel like enough of a something.

The act of striving to appear deep, the hope that I might convince someone of my depth, feels like a something.

It feels like a punch in the nothing1.

There is no punch in the nothing1.

You cannot fake friendship with the nothing1.

There are blankets you can wrap around the nothing1.

Then the blankets dissolve with you.

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(gif by Molly Soda)

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what hurts more? that the world doesn’t comply with my fantasy or that i try to make it comply?

when i have a peak experience i fall off the other side. i want the world to rise to meet me. when i taste sugar i want to stay in sugar.

but real life isn’t like that.

what is real life like?

my father says: if the world was as you see it, the world would be a better place. i am 13 and haven’t started fucking.

the poet Maggie Nelson says: Fucking leaves everything as it is.

is it worth it to have the experience when i will only fall off the other side?

i am not even falling. i am creating the illusion of falling by rising. i am altering my template of arousal till nothing else is quite as good. i am putting sugar in the wound and it crusts. i am _____________.

when i am in the experience it is an intravenous shot of YOU ARE GOOD. if only i could give myself that feeling.

the clock is ticking on me giving myself that feeling.

also the clock is not ticking.

i am the one making the clock tick.

also the clock is ticking.

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3 poems in the new issue of Fence, excited abt this one. it’s not online but order it–so tight. always.

did a thing at Blackbook w Myles Klee

read poems w Mira Gonzalez and w Marina Blitshteyn in Venice and taped dat shit

reviewed god and botox A++ highly recommend

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"Broder manages to conjure a psychic realm best described as one part twisted funhouse and two parts Catholic school, heavy on libido and with a dash of magick. This gritty, cherry soda–black book...is bizarrely sexy in its monstrousness."
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