So – I somehow just discovered that a poem of mine was published in Earth’s Daughters 15 years ago. What a weird world.
I also have a new erasure poem featured this week at Pink Plastic House in the Ouija room thanks to Kristin Garth
I’ve begun to practice writing gratitudes each night as both a reflexive means of taking stock of those daily moments of grace and joy, as well as to trick my brain out of an inherited tendency towards depression and anxiety. My poem, Pandemic Gratitudes, is up at Dispatches from Quarantine today, & comprises gratitudes written during the first six months of the SIP order while working FT, raising a teenager, and trying to stay sane.
My new chapbook, trauma suture, uses erasure to excavate small truths & reconstruct identity. I created these poems while participating in 30/30s in a group called The Poeming, created by E.K. Anderson. I work with two texts; Indexing by Seanan McGuire, and Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews. Most of the erasure or remixed poems were created using a single page of the text. I’m grateful to Rob McLennan for publishing it with above/ground press!
“oh digitized meat war
we’re coming for you”
I write this in the pouring rain, grateful for the temporary wash of virus from air. Petrichor comforting me on this day maintaining distance.
5 sutures await