Ok ok I’m dust! Still…
Two poems in Martin Rock’s beautiful new online journal Loaded Bicycle.
Dale Seever came over to talk meat heart sandwiches, secret families and poetry. I am obsessed with this man.
Polestar got a lovely shout-out in AM New York.
Reading and flappin gums at Soda Series on May 15 at 7 PM. Come come! You’ll get to meet curator John Dermot Woods who I consider a hub of serenity in the eye of all things literary.
I have a new poem at beautiful online journal The Collagist.
I have an acutely vaginal new poem at The Morning News.
Gonna throw down some Tarot at this mofo at AWP.
Reviewed Travis Nichols’ See Me Improving (good shit!) at The Rumpus.
The lovely Katarina Hybenova came over to my apartment and took pics / asked some questions for Brooklyn 365.
Lots of readings coming up…
That being said, 2010 confirmed for me that no amount of happy externals will ever fill me up. Peace of mind is, annoyingly, an inside job. In 2011, it’s likely I will continue to seek external approval to feel A-OK and continue to bottom out on said external approval (or lackthereof–depending on the day) on a daily basis. But I still proclaim 2011 the year of the inside job.
Coupla things re: me.
I have a new poem involving a lonesome cowgirl up at H_NGM_N.
I have a new poem up at Lamination Colony involving menses and/or jello. It is run with a photo. I appear orange in the photo. I globbed on Sephora Perfekt in “rich” when I should have used “radiant.” Editor Blake requested that we send a photo from the shoulders up, no shirt, if we felt comfortable. Sending the photo was optional. I thought “Oh yes, I will send a photo. It will be a pretty photo.” I wish I was the kind of writer who is uncomfortable sending a photo. Instead, I am the kind of writer who is uncomfortable one month later. I had a lovely time this morning feeling guilty that the lip gloss invalidates my work. Though in many ways, that is what the poem is about.
I have a new piece up at HuffPo involving grand theft poetics.
I’ll be in Rome (and thereabouts in Italy) until November 7, at which point Polestar w/ Aaron Fagan, Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz and Garrett Kalleberg will commence. Did you know that the vomitoriums are largely a myth? I didn’t. So very disappointed.
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