Here's a list of what I brought home from AWP Seattle:
The Poet Tarot deck & The Poet Tarot Guidebook (Two Sylvias Press)
Sky Rat by Rauan Klassnik (Spork Press)
Blud by Feng Sun Chen (Spork Press)
All Hopped Up on Fleshy Dumdums by Lara Glenum (Spork Press)
Natural History Rape Museum by Danielle Pafunda (Bloof Books)
The Opposite of Work by Hugh Behm-Steinberg (JackLeg Press)
These Things Happen by Adam Deutsch (Dusie)
The Primer of Zinnie Lucas by Sara Pennington (Cooper Dillon Books)
Of Dublin and Other Fictions by Nuala Ni Chonchuir (Tower Press)
Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer by Abraham Smith (Action Books)
Sorrowtoothpaste Mirrorcream by Kim Hyesoon, translated by Don Mee Choi (Action Books)
Rain of the Future by Valerie Mejer, edited by C.D. Wright (Action Books)
The Parapornographic Manifesto by Carl-Michael Edenborg (Action Books)
A Table That Goes on for Miles by Stefania Heim (Switchback Books)
Manifest by Cynthia Arrieu-King (Switchback Books)
Red Missed Aches / Read Missed Aches / Red Mistakes / Read Mistakes by Jennifer Tamayo (Switchback Books)
Grace Period: Notebooks, 1998-2007 by Aaron Kunin (Letter Machine Editions)
More Radiant Signal by Juliana Leslie (Letter Machine Editions)
In the Air by Peter Gizzi/Richard Kraft (A Manor House Monograph)
Dark Art by James Meetze (A Manor House Monograph)
Nazareth, North Dakota by Tommy Zurhellen (Atticus Books)
Apostle Islands by Tommy Zurhellen (Atticus Books)
oracular by Matthew Klane
Revisioning Red Riding Hood around the World: An Anthology of International Retellings by Sandra L. Beckett (Wayne State University Press)
Fairy Tale Review/The Emerald Issue
Big Bell No. 8
Cardinal Sins (Volume 33, Issue 1)
Women's Review of Books (Volume 39, Issue 6 November/December 2012)
Monday, February 24, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
My chapbook, The Fallacy Carriers of Bombyonder, is part of The Chapbook, No. 3 (edited by Alan May). It's kind of a sampler of my novel, Bombyonder, which hopefully will come out later this year.
No. 3 includes fiction, poetry, screenplays, and art. Other works included are Errol, Inland by Susannah Felts, Body by Corey Mesler, Algunos Mirrors by John M. Bennett, and Six Screenplays on the Nature of Collective Experience by Steven Wingate. Artwork by Volodymyr Bilyk.
It's available both in print and free online.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Excerpts from Bombyonder appear in the Debt Folio (edited by Michelle Chan Brown) of Drunken Boat (Issue 18) along with work by Anna Maria Hong, Brian Laidlaw, Caroline Wilkinson, Chris Green, Colleen Abel, Cynthia Cruz, Eugenia Leigh, John Fenlon Hogan, Kara Candito, Kathleen Winter, Kevin Simmonds, Leora Fridman, Mary Moore, Matthew Lippman, Peter Leight, Sandra Lim, Simon Perchik, Welsey Rothman and Will Cordeiro.
Here's a sample:
People with decomposing faces acting normally, like they’re not from around here, like they have to graduate from someplace before their jaws collapse, how hideous this looks, trying to get home before I overheat, right away, I mean it, I’m crumbling, crumbling, oh, what a kind bomb, what a kind bomb.
Taking the wrong way out, how to get out of the hole your blown, on the wrong side and far from where I want to be, wrong direction, wrong road, misspelled and completely wrong, the wrong version, wrong part, wrong elevator, what he’s saying is wrong, something wrong with his face, my logic rubbed him wrong.
His face as the early stages of composition.
Was I wrong to be bombed?
Wrong again, wrote down the wrong number, paying attention in meaningful ways amounting to broader potholes, wrong side of the road, that spiral staircase is probably unsafe, wrong address, wrong contact, typing the password wrong, got my order wrong, wrong shoes, make a right, wrong turn, wrong lane, right back where I started, I said Andrew Carnegie built this, I meant Rauan shattered this and named it Rauanelot then changed it to Atlanrauan.
Rauan’s name as the streaming piss from a fire hydrant’s nightmares.
Rauan sinking all his names, sinking along the time span when I could distinguish one man from another by his name, these brand identities reflecting how he once wished to be reflected in our shields, so wrong, Rauan, trend transcendence isn’t how you impress a busy mom, you’re simply not a name she can trust.
Friday, January 3, 2014
I asked the Bibliomancy Oracle for a general prophecy for 2014:
That was relatively reassuring.
Then I asked for a personal 2014 reading for myself:
Pick out the one
that doesn’t belong.
from “Advent” by Rae Armantrout
Rebecca Loudon also gave me a personal bibliomancy reading from her home library:
A wave overwhelms me, an incredible arousal that thrusts aside the slightly sinking dullness we felt for one another.
from "Cunt Norton" by Dodie Bellamy
So far 2014 has given me two wizard dreams (and no poets).
Forecast says a weirder than usual year.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Guess which poets listed (or possibly omitted) in the below dream anthology belongs in the blanks.
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__(Poet 1)__ tells me about the bombings. There's something I don't about what's going on, but people think I should know. I keep asking __(Poet 1)__ to tell me and I'm getting frustrated. Finally __(Poet 1)__ explains that a group of women poets (and maybe a few men) are behind the bombings and it's been going on for a while. The male poets are the ones who report the news, poets like __(Poet 2)__, Anderson Cooper and others. They want to report what's really going on in the Middle East, but the news station management won't let them unless it happens live during the day. So this is a way to get the news out. Maybe the men don't even know that the women poets are behind it. While I agree with the politics of getting news out, I'm very troubled by these tactics. I think of a little boy who died in a recent bombing and I get upset.
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I'm reading an article about new and upcoming writers. I recognize some of the names, __(Poet 1)__ and __(Poet 2)__. I comment to __(Poet 3)__ that my father's mustache is back in style. I show the article to another person and comment on __(Poet 3)__'s mustache. I'm not sure why I brought up her mustache, it doesn't seem necessary to the discussion. I explain how few people our age have a mustache (although __Poet 3___does). I tell __Poet 3__ that must be because she's older than me and perhaps she's closer in age to my father than me. This doesn't make her happy.
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I'm at my childhood home. It's wintertime and there's snow on the ground. There are postal carriers who receive sexual favors when they deliver mail--right at the mailbox. I have pictures of this. I'm concerned this involves children. It also appears that the same things is happening with cashiers at a local grocery store. I want to report all of them, but I don't know how. I walk across the street to a neighbor's home. Maybe I'm going to tell them. Chris stops me. He takes pictures of the landscape. The snow is amazing and across the street where the church and school normally would be, there's an ocean. The trees, the snow, the ocean. It's beautiful. I post the pictures to Facebook. _______ sees the pictures.
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An old man poet, balding with a ponytail, is dying. The old man wants _______ to take over his work. A nearby woman says that it would be fantastic for _______ to take over his work. I think this is a terrible position to put _______ in. He/she already has his/her own projects to take care of. I feel like nobody is thinking of _______. I give _______ a hug and tell him/her that he/she doesn't have to do this.
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A man shows me an old videotape. After we met, he thought he remembered seeing something about me from a long time ago. The recording starts halfway through some kind of newscast. There's a quote from _______ and then a report about something that happened to a young girl. The pictures from the newscast are me in 1st and 2nd grade. I have no idea what event or circumstances this old newscast is referencing. I have no memory of any of it. I decide to ask _______ about it. _______ has never mentioned anything about this before.
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I'm sharing a dorm room with three other people. One of them is _______. I find _______ obnoxious. _______ is always complaining, passive aggressively, often about something that has to do with me. I'm making ________'s bed and find my book about Tarot. Earlier _______ complained that he/she didn't want that stuff near him/her, yet he/she's taken mine. I'm totally fed up with _______. I complain about _______, say that when roommates were being selected, I knew _______ would try to latch on to me because he/she has no friends.
I have a chance to get a new roommate. A really short man, like a dwarf, is selected. I talk to him, trying to figure out who he is. I'm told he's been in the 6th grade a very long time. I'm wondering then why is he going to college. Is he brilliant and being held back because of his size or does he have some kind of mental disability? Maybe there's some kind of issue with him. Maybe he rapes me or maybe he doesn't. Maybe it's somebody else. Maybe I'm in a relationship with this person. I'm not sure of any of it.
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I'm in a poetry workshop. The teacher tells us to each take one of the assignments. I pick up one that asks me to draw stars on a Christmas tree and write different characteristics something should have. I'm supposed to come up with thousands. There's already a couple hundred on there. I draw a star and write "adventure" and "daring" I write a few more. Then I realize that I'm supposed to pass it around. We're all supposed to pass around these assignments to each other. I take another assignment. It's a typed prose poem. _______ ate a poem and shit it out. Apparently it took a while for the paper to pass, so he/she only had time to shit out the poem and rewrite it. Now we all need to work on it.
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I'm running up a stairwell trying to escape from __Poet 1__. I see __Poet 2__. I tell __Poet 2__ not to tell __Poet 1__ that he/she has seen me. I'm in a college dormitory and run into my sister's freshman dorm room. My sister is with her roommate and two male friends. I tell them how __Poet 1__ threatened my life. Then I say that maybe __Poet 1__ is really not going to kill me but instead has written some really insane things about me. Then I notice one of the guys sitting on the bed is __Poet 1__. He's smiling and being friendly. It's like he doesn't realize that I'm talking about him. I keep talking like I'm not.
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It's night, snow has fallen. _______ is standing outside of my house. I assume he/she's trying to sell me something, so I leave him/her out there.
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I'm tweeting with _______. _______ comments about how poets are getting angry because he doesn't respect their privacy of what they're posting on FB. I unfriend _______ on FB, just to make a point. I intend on refriending him when he understands. At this point we only have 2 mutual friends.
Now _______ is my husband and in the room with me. He's pissed about the unfriending. I look out the window and see thick, dark clouds. I say "there's a storm coming" and see a tiny tornado starting to form in our back yard. _______ wants to run and hide. I suggest the basement. It's my childhood basement and it's mostly empty. We then go down into the garage. It's falling apart, holes and missing bricks. The door is broken. I tell _______ that the door will have to be replaced
The storm ends and we go back upstairs. I notice the kitchen faucet is broken and gushing water. I tell _______ to fix it.
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_______ is offering to give manuscript critiques for just $19. _______ requests for the font be "lithy" and not to approach him/her if your previous work was published by "Poetry Pile."
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_______ emails, calling me on something I've done. I concede that he/she has a point, but point out that he/she does the same thing and worse. As usual, _______ is being hyper-critical for his/her strange, unbalanced, emotional reasons.