Alright, I’m trying once more with an assembled cast of characters to write a poem for every day in June. We’ll see how I do.
- COVERED IN FLOWERS
- SNOW WHITE AND THE PUBLIC DOMAIN IP*
- RETURNING HOME
- HEAD WITH OPEN MOUTH
- ORLANDO (drafted 6/12/2016)
- BIG WHEEL
- APHRODITE’S LAST ACOLYTE
- ARE YOU A LION
- THE CONTRACTUAL OBLIGATION MOVIE*
- THAT’S NO MOON
- FINALLY I AM INVISIBLE
- NOTES TO A POEM ABOUT GENDER ROLES BLAH
- SUGAR CUTE
- THE LAST FOUR MINUTES OF WONG KAR WAI’S IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE
- IN THE CAPTAIN’S CHAIR
- I HOPE WE FIND ME ALIVE
- WHY I DON’T BELIEVE
- OF DREAMERS AND ENABLERS
- EVERY ACCIDENT ISN’T
- titles taken from an io9.com article by Charlie Jane Anders, The Huntsman: Winter’s War is so Bad it’s Fantastically Wonderful
I’ve got a poem, “Letter to the Editor,” in this week’s New Yorker. No one’s more surprised than I am.
You can read, and hear it, at this link.
When I was a kid, I’d lay under our dining room table and read The New Yorker. For a kid in a small southern town, it felt like a missive from outer space. Just the reviews of restaurants and films were overwhelming. Cuisines I’d never heard of, independent movies that never, ever came to my state. The magazine showed me there was a larger world, and yet, oddly, because it was so very foreign, I never thought I’d possibly be a part of it. And I suppose that’s played out, in that I never had a dream to run off to NYC and try to make it. But having a poem in the magazine — well, that feels even more improbable. I laughed out loud when I got the acceptance, because it was so very bizarre and unexpected.
low flying panic attack
I like this video right until the final frame, which is a bit of a cop-out.
Obsessed. Love this song.
There is a whole sub-genre of music videos called “walking away from a car wreck (our love).”
A new Andrew Bird track, featuring my girl, Fiona Apple.
Guys, I got my hair cut today. This wouldn’t be such a deal if it hadn’t been almost six months from my last haircut, and if I didn’t look so much like a witch of late. But now my hair is soft and swingy and pretty and I’m no longer fantasizing about hacking if off with a knife and stuffing it into a little doll of myself that I give to the first person I see on the street, yelling to them, “take it take it stuff it with pins!” See? Better.
Things I’ve been up to — oh, I’ve applied to ever so many grants, local, national, all of them. Ok, three. But it was a lot of work and I’m thanking past Becky for that because present Becky is giving the very idea side-eye.
I’ve been working on submitting work too, which is hard because I don’t have as much work as I’d like to send out. Which means I need to write more. Balancing a new job with creative output will be something for me to work on in the coming year, I see.
But, I got some pretty amazing news yesterday. The kind of news that warrants this:
(I did look for a cover, since my blog’s been a little Queen heavy lately, but it turns out no one does this song justice but them)
BUT I’m not going to tell you the news yet because SECRETS (no, it’s not a book). So stay tuned. You’ll know more in…ok, I don’t know. Months. Many or few. In the meantime, just drink in Freddie Mercury’s amazing outfit.
I’m incredibly proud to say that I’ve got a poem out in the latest issue of Poetry! Check out “The Good in the Evil World” in the March 2016 issue.