Poetry Isn't Safe: a new kickstarter!

Hello everyone!

Please check out my newest project:

Poetry Isn't Safe

Please share and support the film!

We Real Cool Vampires: Happy Halloween!

I stole this idea from David Hernandez at the Rumpus via Tara Skurtu. Oh the cheezy fun!
THANKS Y'ALL!

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
Die soon.

Margaret's Song

Here's my song for Margaret.

Alissa Nutting: Tampa loves Strong Verse

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.

Thanks, Alissa!

Review of Annie Finch's Spells at Critical Flame

Let's talk about Beck!

Review With Rough Gods

Hi all!

If you already have With Rough Gods, I'd love it if you took a moment to say something nice about it at the following places:

Book Digits

Goodreads

Amazon

If you don't have it, GET IT!

Thanks!

Haiku for Margaret & loss

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


impossible loss

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.

Holy Matrimony

We are wound by God
to breed immortal children
even though they die.
Loss/Lost

A sunken island
wishes to unmoor itself
and drift, forgotten.