Books, readings, poetry, oh my

Oof. How the hell is it already October? It’s this election, guys. It’s killing me slowly. Speaking of I just spent a week in DC which deserves its own post but I have to say it was both amazing and surreal and sad to be there now. At one point I was standing in the… Continue reading Books, readings, poetry, oh my

Better Luck Next Year is officially for sale!

The writer Joanna C Valente said that “A trauma is a funeral for one; there is no one to mourn you but yourself. The coffin is empty, since you are still alive, but you must fill it with something, and that becomes your former self.” Or it becomes a book of poems. Better Luck Next… Continue reading Better Luck Next Year is officially for sale!

Books are Coming! Books are Here! Books Books Books!

Howdy from the hot garbage smell that is Brooklyn in the summertime! Yummy! So real quick, couple of thank yous before we get to the nitty gritty on the books, books, books. First off thanks to Anti-Heroin Chic for taking these three poems and to Your One Phone Call for this one. Speaking of poetry,… Continue reading Books are Coming! Books are Here! Books Books Books!

Better Luck Next Year

Cancer is a rare and still scandalous subject for poetry; and it seems unimaginable to aestheticize the disease. -Susan Sontag from Illness as Metaphor   Cancer poems, meet the whole world. Whole world, meet the cancer poems. Low Ghost Press. Out July 23rd. It’s a limited edition 100 copy run. I’m eternally grateful to Kris… Continue reading Better Luck Next Year

Where the Fuck Did May Go?*

*Yes it’s a David Bowie reference. Yes, I’m still upset. Leave me alone. We must always work, and a self-respecting artist must not fold his hands on the pretext that he is not in the mood. If we wait for the mood, without endeavoring to meet it half-way, we easily become indolent and apathetic. We… Continue reading Where the Fuck Did May Go?*