12.28.2018

New Q&A in Luna Luna

Painting of a peaceful blue nighttime scene; a woman stands on a rock in a dark body of water. The woman is nude save for her pointy hat and black cloak. She is holding a wand and raising her hands to cast a spell. High above her, the moon is distant but immaculately bright.

"Cloaked" by Rebecca Chaperon


Q. What's something that surprised you recently?
A. How powerful I've felt.

New this week: Joanna Valente asked me some excellent questions in Luna Luna Magazine
Read the rest of the interview here.


[Image description: Painting of a peaceful blue nighttime scene; a woman stands on a rock in a dark body of water. The woman is nude save for her pointy hat and black cloak. She is holding a wand and raising her hands to cast a spell. High above her, the moon is distant but immaculately bright.]

12.16.2018

One New Poem

A person holds their head in a dark room. Streamers of blue light flow around and past them.
photo: Bethany Szentesi via Unsplash


A not admitting of the wound
Until it grew so wide
That all my Life had entered it

Emily Dickinson



Sometimes grace looks like someone else saying "My heart. My heart. Is broken." Sometimes communion looks like holding hands and weeping together. Sometimes a miracle looks like a blue book about loss. Sometimes a saint looks like you.

My poem "Our Lady of Desperation," out now in the first issue of OCEANS & TIME, is about all of this. The blessing of shared vulnerability. The beauty in admitting the wound.

You can read the poem here.


12.09.2018

New Anthology



My poem "Surreal Monogamist" made it into Yes, Poetry's 2018 anthology Gently/Not Gently. You can download the e-book for free here.



[Image description: Book cover showing a mesh bag of lemons on a light blue background. One lemon has escaped the bag and is decaying. The text reads "Gently/Not Gently: Poems for 2018. Yes Poetry."]

11.29.2018

Rerun Four: Wednesday in Therapy



Wednesday in Therapy

The bearskin rug that bit visitors was always my favorite. At Christmastime, our butler stood on the rooftop and doused carolers in boiling pitch. The mansion had trap doors, maim-you-if-you-misjudge-the-exit secret passageways. Carnivorous vines as silent as boa constrictors. A graveyard of gruesome statuary. The pits of quicksand. My father would throw an épée at anything that moved. Mother meticulously decapitated all the roses. Grandmama was always entertaining some demon or another. There were corpses in the closets, beasts with teeth in the bottoms of dresser drawers. No welcome mat, in other words. Yet still the villains got in.

They said we were safe
and flung open the front doors
to ravening wolves



Originally published in Moonchild Magazine.

[Image description: a color photograph of the Addams family mansion.]

10.09.2018

One New Essay

art: Tony Stella


New this month: I wrote about family, trauma, and hope in Guillermo del Toro's Crimson Peak. 

You can read the essay at Bright Wall/Dark Room or on RogerEbert.com.


Image description: A watercolor illustration of Mia Wasikowska in Crimson Peak. She levels her gaze at the viewer. Her expression is steady but unreadable.

7.02.2018

Two Poems at Yes, Poetry

"The Lovers I" by René Magritte


Thanks very much to Yes, Poetry for making me July's Poet of the Month. 

You can read my new poems here

(I'll keep on writing weird poems about art and trees as long as y'all keep making art and planting trees. Deal?)




[Image description: René Magritte's painting "The Lovers I," showing a close-up portrait of two figures, one in a suit and one in a dress, their faces touching but obscured by separate white sheets. Behind them, the sky is blue with a few clouds and the valley is grassy and green.]


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