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Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
I stole this idea from David Hernandez at the Rumpus via Tara Skurtu. Oh the cheezy fun!
We Real Cool Vampires
VAMPIRES HAVE EATEN THE POOL PLAYERS.
MURDERED SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.
We real cool. We fly in the night 'cause we
Left school. We hunt in a pack and we
Lurk late. We sharpen our teeth--our claws
Strike straight. We raise Hell when we
Sing sin. We drink bloody girls who taste of
Thin gin. We rock Ann and roll Jill and
Jazz June. We're coming for you--you're gonna
Friday, October 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
So if you're one of the 8 people who didn't read Alissa Nutting's Tampa this summer, let me point you to my Amazon Review. It's a fun book if you can have fun reading a disturbing topic (note: I can!).
Alissa picked up a copy of With Rough Gods recently and had this to say about it:
Everything you love about reading ancient myths, rendered in lucid, incredible poems--a clear winner! As an enormous fan of fairy tales, origin stories, and mythology, I found this book to be essential and enjoyable.
Short, lovely, and to the point! As she was a former editor of the incomparable Fairy Tale Review, I couldn't be happier with it.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Over at Lutheran Surrealism (see the links list) there's a haiku contest up. Much of the commentary is, fortunately or un-, not haiku. Ah well. I've been taking the opportunity to write some emotionally healing one-offs to deal with the loss of my youngest.
Here they are. I'll update if more get written before Sunday. Enjoy!
A missing daughter
Summer fades into autumn
And silenced laughter
Indefinite In Context
words unravel like a tear
winds abrading me
Not a crook
My wrinkled thumb stumps
air now no weight is there my
arm cradles absence.
We are wound by God
to breed immortal children
even though they die.
A sunken island
wishes to unmoor itself
and drift, forgotten.