little ditch

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My chapbook about a teenage girl who excavates her agency from internalized misogyny, rape culture, & sexual abuse is now available from Rob McLennan’s above/ground press. 

from ammonite sonnet

the ammonite an index of sutures
i got tired of cataloging them
hermetically sealing little traumas
afraid they’d get to know one another go boom
little mother catastrophes instead
i smashed little rocks to bits in a ditch
each shard a memory released pressure
from stomach the common burial ground
the cavity of accumulation
each little box coated in dust and feelings
each glass stone chamber not really secret
i get ready to shatter the discretions
i open my palms no explosions no pain
coalesce little traumas wrap your wounds
around each other a chrysalis blood
a becoming of feathers of air a fire

her story is my story is your story

Purple_rock_crabs_(Leptograpsus_variegatus)_lurking_in_a_crevice_under_Lion_RockMy poem, her story is your story is my story, was featured today on SWWIM

“…when criminal justice is criminal warfare and we are all under this rock heaving against it with our might intact…”

my little chapbooks

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Thanks so much to Robert Hansen, the one-man micro-press & publisher at Poems-For-All for publishing these two delightful micro-chaps: green glass asterisms & the leaves the leaves! Check them out & submit your work to this wonderful press whose ethos is to ensure poetry is available & accessible to all, to “scatter poetry like seeds”. The only currency required is poetry. Yes!

poetry center chapbook exchange

The Poetry Center Chapbook Exchange is now open for submissions! Send us your innovative, new or out-of-print chapbooks that risks, interrogates, plays: chapbookexchange@gmail.com No reading fee!

Check out the collection

13/30: Celestite

 

Celestite

 

The veinous interval

Sun splits the trees

The air becomes celestite

We are solvent

Finally

What now to do

but cook these skins

We won’t need them where we’re going

 

 

12/30: folly & carburetor

 

folly & carburetor

 

rap dogs of the sidewalk refrigerator

squeeze my carburetor

tire screech

ocean of car language

little voices from the hum

Saturday whining street music

we roll with it

a beam of folly and decay

skeletal longing

where are the roaring mouths & little feet

the spell of a dandelion whistling

rustle and rumble

each of us caught up

a splatter of constellations