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Showing posts with label body. Show all posts

10.01.2019

One Poem in Rogue Agent

A vertical diptych, showing bristly evergreen trees (top) and a woman bent, clutching her neck (bottom).
Photos: Diana M. Schenkel

The first half of the year was slow, publication-wise, but it's shaping up to be a busy autumn.

My poem "Neuropathy" is out today in Rogue Agent. 

A content warning: this piece contains themes of assault and traumatic dissociation.

You can read the poem here.



See more of Diana's photos at Patreon. 

3.30.2019

Two New Poems in rose quartz

Mad Men's Peggy Olson strides down an office hallway smoking a cigarette, wearing sunglasses, and carrying a file box of her things.


A belated update: I've got two new poems about disability, love, STAR WARS, and Mad Men's Peggy Olson up now in the lovely rose quartz magazine.

Read them here.

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.]

8.10.2017

Another Bird Poem, If You Can Believe That




I'm honored to be a part of Monstering magazine's inaugural issue.

You can read my poem "Ketoconazole" here. It even comes with its own soundtrack.

5.28.2017

Performance of a Lifetime

Dr. Moran tapped his heavy silver pen against a sheaf of test results. “Well,” he said, “I’ve found the problem.”
I’d arrived enervated in his office a few weeks ago, drifting through the door in a fog of weakness and fatigue. Headaches hammered me all day. I was 23 years old and my bones ached. I couldn’t feel my feet. My guts felt oily and torqued. Once a month or so I slipped into a hot, dizzy spell that made the floor slant and my eyes blur. None of this was new.

Want to read the rest? Click here or, better yet, go to your local bookstore and buy the summer issue of Bitch magazine.

Buy a few copies, actually. It's good.

5.01.2016

Time-Lapse


Time-Lapse
A rose
A bow
A star

A hand
A fist
A jaw

In pink
In red
In blue-violet, mauve


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