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!
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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?*
Bosch to Banksy: Amsterdam/Brussels/Bruges
Hello kids. I’m back. Before we dive into the traveling story, I’ve got many thanks to give. First off, thanks to Dead Snakes for giving these poems a home. And to Hobo Camp Review for taking these (none of which are about cancer, surprise, surprise) and to Your One Phone Call for taking Morning Commute. In… Continue reading Bosch to Banksy: Amsterdam/Brussels/Bruges
At Least We Didn’t Get Arrested: Attending the Anti-Trump Rally in NYC
So before we get into the story of how I almost got arrested this weekend, I have a couple quick writing thank yous to share. First off, thanks to Clockwise Cat for accepting this poem, New Strange Life, for the David Bowie tribute issue. Always an honor to be included. And to Boyslut for taking… Continue reading At Least We Didn’t Get Arrested: Attending the Anti-Trump Rally in NYC
Ally Malinenko 