These are my favorite poems from around the interwebs this week! This Stairwell Was Not A Random Act The #MeToo campaign is still rattling around my brain, and I think this poem speaks to the kind of confusion and blurring that can happen after an assault. It's also a powerful piece with metaphor that sticks. … Continue reading Poetry Roundup Week 2: Periods, Stairwells, and Swallowing
I spend too much time sending poems to journals, literary magazines, and chapbook publishers. Occasionally I blindly hit submit, but 99% of the time I do at least a little research into whatever publisher I'm sending my work to. That means most weeks, I read a lot of poems. I figured there's probably someone out … Continue reading Poetry Roundup Week 1: Donald Trump, Domestic Violence, and Tao
Livin' on a prayer! Now that song will be stuck in your head. You're welcome. November, national novel writing month, is a month in which many aspiring novelists (myself included) take on the possibly foolhardy challenge of attempting to write 50,000 words of a novel in a month. Nanowrimo.org offers oodles of writing prompts, local … Continue reading Nanowrimo: Halfway There
Donald Trump’s twitter account makes me deeply unhappy. But this week I decided to dig through the last week of tweets for the sake of art, and the subject of this post, found poetry. Found poetry is a form in which writers create poems out of existing text. Anything from speeches to Shakespeare, to graffiti … Continue reading The Poetry of Donald Trump’s Twitter
When’s the last time you spent your weekend obsessively counting syllables on your fingers? Or trying to find a word that rhymes with fish that is both esoteric and concrete? I know, that sounds like the best weekend ever! You too can panic as you try to figure out whether enmity has two syllables or … Continue reading How Do I Love Thee Sonnet
Not really. But this is an introduction to a poetry form that will force you (just like the pantoum) to embrace repetition. Story time. When I was in eighth grade, I had a MySpace page. I’m not even sure if MySpace exists anymore, my page certainly doesn’t. I wasn’t a very good MySpace user. I … Continue reading How to be a Rap God
I'm not an especially patriotic person. I stand for the national anthem, but I don't own any flags or flag related apparel. I love living in the United States, but I don't buy into the idea that it's the best place to live or excels in every area. The stats show us it's not. We … Continue reading Fireworks and Macaroni
The cilantro and parsley succumbed first. Their thin stems and curled leaves couldn’t muster the strength to keep standing and fainting and standing and fainting in the heat. When temperatures rose or the soil grew bone dry they collapsed, stems hanging limply over the side of their metal pots. Sometimes the limp plants became entangled, … Continue reading The Death of an Herb Garden
I'm planning to move soon, so I made a photo essay about my neighborhood. I live on a street filled with print shops, punk shows, stray cats, laundromats, and old friends.
When I was first introduced to this 15th century poetry form, I despised it with a burning passion. If I could print out all the pantoums in the world and set them ablaze, I would have. They're easy to write. They're near impossible to write well.