My poetry book has a trailer! Give the Bard a Tetanus Shot will be released in September. It will be on Amazon and other book outlets soon. For the month of July, you can pre-order at discounted rate with free shipping directly from my publisher. https://youtu.be/724DJK7quwU
My debut poetry collection, Give the Bard a Tetanus Shot, will be released in September by Vegetarian Alcoholic Press. You can now pre-order at a discounted price with free shipping through July 31st directly from my publisher’s website.
My poetry endeavors are one of the many things keeping me busy this year. I keep an updated list of publications at my personal poetry site. The Kurt Vonnegut Museum & Library in Indianapolis will host a free party and poetry reading at noon this Sunday, November 11th. The event is being held as part... Continue Reading →
"We leave while he sleeps. In the slack-mouthed morning, we spit on the doorhinge to soften its sound. Every night my father falls asleep with his hands wringing the voice out of my throat. A blood-thin song trickling out of my mouth. I drive..." -Read the entire poem at Frontier.
"If it’s true that the devil has his finger In every pie, he must be waiting For the night to fall, the darkness to Thicken in the yard, so we won’t see him..." -Read the entire poem at Threepenny Review.
"I’m tired of being a woman. I walk into grocery stores and laundromats wet with the cracked face of a maidenhead lurching across the Atlantic. I want to sleep like a seed in stony ground. I want the phone to stop biting my ear. I want to forget the bills and keep the lights on.... Continue Reading →
"...I still hear his laughter: the sound of a man freed from prison, the sound of escape when all seems blessed, until that newness settles like snow into heaviness over all he sees." -Read the entire poem at Barzakh.
"If at night on a piece of paper I write now it is night and I sleep, when I wake it will be a lie. But when does truth leave? Like wings in a dream didn’t it have lift and dark body?..." -Read the entire poem and hear the audio version at The Puritan.
"You married such a sick woman do you regret it now? The way I’ve tortured us for years the way I burned the house down – I made the children, I made the beds left in disarray; tatters, unstable teens haunt me like a rotting womb the bodies I grew in it, now untombed Released... Continue Reading →