Thursday, March 5, 2015

Tripwire reading

TRIPWIRE, a journal of poetics, is back with new issues, thanks to David Buuck, who organized a re-launch reading on Feb 18 at the Poetry Project in NYC, where I had the pleasure of reading with Tonya Foster, Connie Scozzaro, Marie Buck, Rodrigo Toscano and Buuck.

The poet Don Yorty was there, filming the reading, and on his blog he wrote this generous commentary of the work I read that night. Thanks, Don.




Saturday, February 14, 2015

the times

photo by Ian Davisson

Sunday, February 8, 2015

cartoon

People hunger for drama and adventure, for a breath of life in a dreary, drab existence. One of a number of cartoons in my office shows two gum-chewing stenographers who have just left the movies. One is talking to the other, and says, “You know, Sadie. You know what the trouble with life is? There just ain’t any background music.”

-- Saul Alinsky

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Brooklyn Rail

Thanks to John Ebersole and Anselm Berrigan for publishing seven chase scenes in the November issue of The Brooklyn Rail along with poems by Jenn McCreary, Frank Sherlock, Carlos Soto-Román, and Natalie Lyalin.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

new book

Valu-Plus, the book, is in the world. Online, you can get it here. Big thanks again to Furniture Press.

Friday, June 20, 2014

domestic boxes

Pattie McCarthy connects the boxes over at Jacket 2--check out her sharp reading of Valu-Plus. The book will be out this summer from Furniture Press.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

chase scene #17

what’s wiseblood? all the cleverness, all the being-outside-of. wawa
goose flies thru it and the vulture brains fall away. i am a person of
septa, laugh at me. everybody knows captain moneybags was hired
to dj the conversation, that’s fine: half-assed foreplay and the great
depression. knife on the roof, been there seven years. blood to rust.
so what should the maximum wage be? cockroach the size of an
alligator just slid under my radiator.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Sugar Mule #46

The new issue of Sugar Mule, edited by the wonderful poet Alyse Knorr, is online. In it you can read three new poems of mine. Thank you, Alyse.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

may day

what is may day
           bail paid in limes
behind wal-mart
the cat colony
jukes broken tracks
                 apples
                 hearts
                 rolling in mud
small wolves
in chernobyl
woven awake
in marsh
    lush green
their crib an old
potato cellar
their mother looks out
of your house
           what is change
           what is change
without erasing yourself
           what will i eat
i will eat from your hands
where villages once stood
i will eat from the ground
your bison’s last breath
i will trace the cold earth
i will trace the cold earth

Friday, May 9, 2014

cross-streets

The brilliant Divya Victor wrote about several poetry books, including Old News, for the Harriet blog recently, adding the poets' process notes to her readings. You can read them all here.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

feedback

Here is my latest collaborative conceptual poem:

Thursday, March 27, 2014

chase scene #16

we’re in the steamfitters hall peeling walmart stickers off hundreds
of copies of the mark of athena. athena will be free, and kids will
love her, and kids will leave her for the sea of monsters, and the
sea of monsters 2. you can’t get away from blue, a little girl tells
me. then here we are—blue—blue rolls the street thru as each april
will. to mess you up a little. a little april pointed at the wrong
people. overproduction. over the rainbow, the luxury of committing
to nothing. blue peels off. liberty motel, liberty gas. liberty thru
and thru.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

chase scene #15

we're surviving, so there's a show. some lines i grow jealous
of. bills flow thru my body, wet day dreams. you can have that
line. make it stroll out the mouth of a fish. see something, say
something. i wasn't expecting to be moved by the zombies, but
i was. the vast pastures of irrelevance. the pervasive motorization
of petty individualisms. their detours of pleasure scribbled in
hurry--those streets await our faith. we can have them. like the
birds. birds are pervs. pervasive motorization, one tweets. one
squawks. one fucks.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

winter

if fast food is public space
stay warm in wendy’s
be a stranger
the stranger the weather the better
the small talk, a little history
a little ancient been-around
and biggie fries
you feel ancient
the ancient’s been around
you just bought a lot of stuff
in a sea of status
so you’re tired
not the end of anything
sit down
be a frosty
and sunny’s the runniest dated feeling as
a wknd should be a long fuck sprawl
into other histories
of meaning it
greed
of love sliding
fingers into
words
you can whisper
whose streets
our streets
whose streets
our streets
the poem
is a glove
to form is
to empty
the vent’s lashes
are dogs running
what
blue
synechdoche
a stale stranger thaws out
to be wet heart
of city
a pretty girl blinks in
and what commercial makes you cry
and what would a united states of feminism
look like
ask the person next to you
and ignore the super bowl
don’t let it get you down
just stop watching it
stop watching it w/ me
for years and years
or minutes
til your team makes it
then you can cry
and cry
and we will listen

Friday, January 31, 2014