2024
“3 Ways to Instantly Improve Your Life Using Water”
Weirdly Helpful Show
Excerpt
Are you exhausted from constantly managing up? Riddled with self-doubt because you aren't valued at home or at work? Suffering from indecision because your personal values don't align with your professional situation? Plagued by imposter syndrome? Stuck in a psychic tractor beam?
You, too, can use water to:
1. Let go of self-doubt, indecision, stuckness, second-guessing, and other forms of self-sabotage.
2. Kick out psychic trespassers who are taking up psychic real estate without paying rent.
3. Freeze a negative influence/pyschic tractor beam.
4. Process anxiety, fear, anger, grief, and other icky emotions.
5. Learn to love yourself more.
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2023
“The Self Esteem Workout” | a statistically significant poem
Action, Spectacle
Excerpt
For example the fat woman in a happy bikini with flowers catches a pretty fish, throws it back it goes on living.
Elsewhere the woman with a cigarette in one hand & a glass
of OJ in the other unconsciously adopts her reputation…
To Fight The War on Woke, We Need Poets & We Need Poetry
MS. Magazine
Excerpt
375 BCE | Greece
Plato kicks poets out of the first democracy, because we are liars and a threat to civilization. We spread misinformation and corrupt the youth and have no place in the ideal state.
Nevertheless, Plato argues that poetry is “nearer to vital truth than history” and praises poets as people who, “gifted with a god-sent madness,” “utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.” At the time, poets played a significant role in social life and were highly revered—which is one reason Plato loved to hate us…
2022
2 Micro Murder Mysteries
Bennington Review
Excerpt
IF NO ONE IS GUILTY THEN EVERYONE IS GUILTY
outside, it is Florida & people lie dead
in the streets. the consequences have a bad smell, like
God is cooking chicken soup in the sky…
2020
“Yesterday’s News” | a crossword poem
(un)continuity: ELO Virtual Exhibition
8 Ransom Notes
Tarpaulin Sky
2019
“Walkie Talkie Confessional #8” | a lyric essay
DIAGRAM
Excerpt
on the other side of the marina, Jesus is knocking on your heart on a faded billboard. a gang of elderly cyclists approach the lighthouse, a blue angel slips into the water like paper.
at the 7-Eleven Carrie Do Wrong buys M&Ms, cigarettes, sweet tarts. a man clings to a woman trying to flee his embrace. nature the poet says programs us to consume ourselves, &
switches to a Spanish station
they can't understand. ask them if they believe in fidelity & they might start talking about spontaneous reproduction, or condoms for amateurs.
not a real dream not the poet writes a real mother she bought a case of Chandon & sat there drinking it…
“Side Effects” | a poetry quiz
Miracle Monocle
4 Tarot Poems
New Limestone Review
Excerpt
Her silhouette gathers up hair, her breasts drop
their fruit, a nipple shines through. Stop you think, stop right
there.
This isn’t you think, what I was asking for this isn’t, what
I was asking for.
But already in four o’clock delirium she
undresses completely & for the first time you see her naked…
4 Crossword Poems
Tarpaulin Sky
2018
“Reproductive Circus” | a concrete poem
Digital Mina Loy
Excerpt
Once upon a time, you read that Mina Loy did the worst thing a woman could do: abandon her children for art. Artist Niki de Saint Phalle was subject to a similar accusation.
In your thirties, you read Donna Haraway, who famously wrote that “to have or not have children” is “literally a subject-defining choice”: for white women “the concept of property of the self, the ownership of one’s own body, in relation to reproductive freedom has more readily focused on the field of events around conception, pregnancy, abortion, and birth because the system of white patriarchy turned on the control of legitimate children and the consequent constitution of white females as women.”
Later, you left your husband…
2017
“Whose Fault,” “What Happens After Starting Over,” “Keep Away”
Interim
Excerpt
Whose Fault
however it began it ended like that. somewhere deep
in the Cartesian prairie, spring
is attempting herself. the sun peeling & pink.
cornfields & passions cast
their shadows. I had OD’d. our child had died. this
was happening in real time. like a tree falling
in the four dimensions…
so much/ for the love of the hunt | excerpt from a murder-mystery-in-verse
APT
Excerpt
LAZARUS’ death is theatrical I am tempted to say even iambic.
Everyone rises to the occasion.
No Bird puts on a shabby suit, la Belle invites the darkness to take a seat, &
for the next three days I stop
paying attention. It is their grief, not mine. Their suffering
seems holy I cant imagine it…
It’s Not Your Fault | a love poem
Under A Warm Green Linden
Excerpt
this is how the world
wants to be children
run with halfeaten popsicles
water the trashcan with their
pistols shooting blanks shooting
blanks shooting…
“Deer Lesson” & “Muse Methods” | two poems beloved by yogis
TYPO
Excerpt
DEER LESSON
The Sun spilt Herself
Down—the Middle her Whole
Body—Hummed
(It's no lie God
Left—Your Animal, unexplained.)…
2016
“Finding Poems in My Own Labyrinth”
LitHub
Excerpt
The first thing you should know is that I’m writing about happiness—at least, I think I’m writing about happiness but in fact I’m writing myself out of my marriage but I won’t know that until much, much later…
2015
“yolk,” “cocoon” & “hinge”
Feminist Wire
Excerpt
cocoon (n.)
after Mary Ruefle
my dad says everything
gets hurt coming true. the girl blows
a kiss at her reflection peels off a glove, writes I love across
the smoke-scrimmed window the letters glitter under the arc sodium lamps, with each flicker betraying, like any natural law—gravity & ice, for example—
our precariousness. love clings…
2013
Membership (as the commercial says) Has Its Privileges
Better Lit & Culture
Excerpt
C’est le sens qui fait vendre. —Roland Barthes
Already the person I most wanted to be—the person who in effect would allow me to stop thinking about it—changes shape, changes direction.
She is like Achilles: running as fast as he can, going nowhere…
6 Tarot Poems
TYPO
Excerpt
TIME STANDS IN PIECES LIKE A FOREST TO BE CHOPPED
seven of wands
The drug makes little marathons in her veins.
Soul lands like a paper airplane in damp violets.
Once Liberty says someone invented happiness, like the angels
light hands, or the heros paperthin ego.