Friday, December 7, 2007

Poemeleon prose poetry issue

Poemeleon's latest issue is devoted to prose poetry.
They've included a few of the poems from
my forthcoming book, TINDERBOX LAWN.

Find the journal online: www.poemeleon.org

Saturday, November 17, 2007

White space, line breaks, love hate

I'm obssessed right now with white space
and line breaks. I took a deliberate break from using both
features while writing Tinderbox Lawn, choosing to focus
on small blocks of prose, sans titles. It was fascinating to try
to capture / retain the sound of line breaks and white space
without using either one. Right now I'm trying to decide
whether to re-engage with them, or continue on with
my tidy little poetry bricks.

Deliberately not using them (like deliberately
not using a particular letter or deliberately choosing
alphabetic sequences) has made me think
more deeply about their uses and misuses.
I feel bored with conventional line breaks, bored
with lopping off lines to tidy up the seams of a poem
or because it feels easier than a comma.

It isn't that I want rules; it's that I want to know,
for myself, in my work, what sound a line break
makes; what sound white space makes. To use
the page more expertly, with more musicality.

Thoughts on this? How do you know when to
break a line and/or how do you know when to
isolate a line or stanza within white space?

(I should add that my investment in poetic
structure clashes wildly with my inability
to figure out how the hell to get my blog posts
to stop slicing sentences in half. I have to write
each post in a tidy little block lest it sliver itself
in its final published post version. I intend to
seek technical, if not spiritual, guidance in this matter
because it impacts my writing, although of course
this is, in itself, an interesting exercise.)

Friday, November 16, 2007

Knockout is here

and has a charming blue tin man on the cover.
It's precisely the right weight and feels slick to the touch.

Order/subscribe/gawk at:

www.knockoutlit.org/

The first issue has poems by Marvin Bell (who starts things off
by taking a huge risk, with a stunning address to President Bush
and Lady Laura, and a condemnation of poets whose work
plays it safe, poets who refuse to challenge the status quo),
Carl Phillips, Charles Jensen, Joseph Massey, Denver Butson,
me, and more. Really -- there's nothing here not to like.

I'm intruiged by a new poet, Kimberly Lambright. Her work
is tender and forthright at the same time.

If you're in Spokane, don't miss the reading Dec. 1st.

I understand "ham flowers" now

Matthea Harvey = rock star

The reading was perfect -- a model for what a reading
should be. And the new book is brilliant.

For more on this topic, as well as other literary adventures.
see Elizabeth's new blog. Yes, she's given in and joined
blogspot (speaking of which, can anyone help me
figure out how to link to a livejournal blog from
my blog? Is there a trick for this?).

Find her at www.elizabethjcolen.blogspot.com

Monday, November 12, 2007

Knockout in Spokane

Knockout, a fiesty new literary magazine, is having
a reading to celebrate its first issue.

Several poets (including yours truly) will read
at CenterStage in Spokane, WA
on Saturday, December 1st.
Address: 1017 W. 1st Ave.

Jeremy tells me it's a ballroom, so I assume
ballgowns, tiaras, and tipsy heels
are all welcome attire.

Matthea Harvey at Open Books, Seattle

Matthea Harvey will be reading at Open Books
on Wednesday, November 14th at 7:30pm.

Open Books is in Seattle's Wallingford
neighborhood at 2414 N. 45th Street.

Expect soft, silky weirdness and imaginary babies.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Fun With Fonts

I had an amusing conversation with
one of my fabulous VRZHU Press editors
the other day. The folks at the press
are mulling over which font to use for
the book (forthcoming!). How
charming to talk with someone about
such precise details as font and white
space -- to think about presentation
and art and beauty, the book as a
canvas, and not just reviews,
networking, copies sold.

Thanks to Michael and Dan;
thanks to Truong and Mandy
for writing blurbs that
live secret lives as tiny poems.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Bechdel blogs

I'll soon be teaching Alison Bechdel's FUN HOME
in my GLBT Literature class. The book delights me,
not least because it reminds me of reading
Bechdel's comic strip DYKES TO WATCH
OUT FOR while working at a feminist bookstore.
The comic strip was included in the underground
dyke publication LESBIAN CONNECTION, which
arrived in the mail folded lengthwise and stapled
about 100 times (lest a man, or a non-lesbian,
find the publication and read it, thereby causing
it to self-destruct).

I miss some of those funny little details --
the staples in LC; the smell of the bookstore,
which was filled with incense and shrines to
various goddesses; potlucks and softball
practice. It's nice to see Bechdel's success,
to see an out lesbian writer gain mainstream
attention without selling out or closeting
her subjects.

She has a blog, too, which I just discovered:

dykestowatchoutfor.com

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Solitude, Audience, Looking Away

Writers spend lots of time alone. We all know this, know that
sometimes it gets lonely. LOTS lonely. Lost too. Lately I'm
learning (re-learning? Surely I must have noticed this
before) a hard lesson: the fact that very few of the people
close around me ("close" as in proximity) care about
the words I use, care about the poems and books I'm making.
Most of the people I interact with on a daily basis don't
know I write, or don't care, or think it's something hobbyish,
something to do between turning off TV and washing the dishes.
I guess until my father died, I didn't feel the sting of this
so much. He was a good audience, my father; aside from getting
hurt or angry, occasionally, at the political content of my work,
he cared a lot that my work got written. Understood it as work,
as a form of labor and also ardor. Perhaps I'm experiencing
a turning point (some of you have passed this point already
and can tell me what to do): anticipating an outward audience.
Not expecting much, or anything, from neighbors.
Looking for an audience across the country, overseas, out,
far off, and knowing I'll never meet them. Writing for
strangers instead of nearbys. I wonder if this shift is necessary
in order to reach more readers, or if it's not a shift at all,
just a growing awareness of what was there all along?
Perhaps it's just a sense of melancholy after being asked
one too many times lately by strangers if I have kids.
Yes, I think, several. They look like books. You can take
them home with you and read them. You can get inside
their skin. Since this is not an answer anyone wants to
hear I say nothing. It's strange, having your best self,
your most cherished self, your sacred-self invisible to
others. Of course, being gay, this is true all the time.
Anyway, instead of feeling this as sad I want to
make it beautiful -- think of it as an opportunity,
a reaching-out. It isn't that I want applause; I don't.
It's that art requires a certain kind of dialogue
in order to grow. Maybe the difficulty of hearing
that dialogue here is that I live in a small town.
But I think it's more about the lack of interest
in art, in artists, in a culture that values clutter.
So who do I write for? Who have I been writing
for? What feels different now? I wonder
if any of you think consciously about audience
and struggle with this sense of invisibility.
I wonder, too: is it tied to gender? Have
I under-reached all along, because as a woman
(a woman educated primarily in the company
of men, educated amongst and by ambitious
men who discounted me all along) I see my
place as always-already local? Or does it go
back to (as it must) this war, a country increasingly
alienated from its neighbors, a country frightened
by borders, a country cut off? Is what I'm
feeling the trickle-down effect of The War
On Terror -- a sense of isolation from those
around me, a sense that words are not enough?

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Rose Metal Press

Happy news: Rose Metal Press has picked up my prose poetry manuscript,
TINDERBOX LAWN.

It will appear as a book in 2008.

I'm delighted, both because Rose Metal Press makes such beautiful,
elegant books, and because I went a little crazy writing and revising
these poems. I knew what I was trying to do -- I had faith in my project --
but for a while I was pretty alone with it, in that way that artists
are sometimes alone with ideas. I just wasn't sure anyone else
would understand what I was trying to do.

The poems are structurally identical (or nearly): small blocks
of prose. No line breaks, little punctuation, no titles.
The goal I set for myself was to try to convey a very specific
sound without using line breaks or lots of punctuation;
without using titles to set the tone.

The themes are interwoven; I wanted the book to read
like fragments of a novel, as if someone cut a novel
into shards. Central to the book is the juxtaposition
of sex work and domestic labor. I wanted to write poems
that started in strip clubs and ended in kitchens (or vice versa).

Thanks to Elizabeth for endless conversations
about our various writing projects this summer;
thanks to Amanda and Jeremy for reading drafts.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Slaves Of Academe

Discovered a blog that makes it all better. Amazing how much less
alone this makes me feel:

www.slavesofacademe.blogspot.com

Whoever you are--thank you.

The New Face Of Homophobia


From a scary new site:

Exodus Youth has launched a new initiative, the Allies,
Too project, whose
stated goal is “to build
a community of tolerance and respect.” As
Focus on the
Family reports, “We hope most
of all to bridge the gap between Christian and

GLBT (gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered)
students that has been created
by the promotion
of false tolerance,” said Mike Ensley, youth analyst
for
Exodus. “Our goal is to embolden and educate
students to make a stand for real

tolerance – treating each other with dignity
and respect in the midst of
debate.”

http://www.alliestoo.org/allies/

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Carol and Elizabeth together in print!

Check out Front Porch Journal, an online journal where Elizabeth and I just appeared in print together for the first time:

www.frontporchjournal.com/

My essay is about border crossings, marriage, and meth labs. E's story is excerpted from her brilliant novel-in-progress and features adults acting like kids and kids acting like adults.

The editors at Front Porch were fantastic; it was fun working with them.

I do wish they'd let me keep the blow-up doll.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Question for you. Yes, you.

Okay, fellow writerly types, here's a question: If you have a day job
(and most of us do), when do you write?

I'm looking for honest answers, but weird will do. And I'm asking purely out of
curiosity. I promise this won't appear in some boring article in The Journal Of
Dullness And Disorderly Discourse.

Post a comment or email me: carolguess [at] aol [dot] com

Rebecca Brown reads in Bellingham

Rebecca Brown will be reading on Monday, October 22nd at 6pm on Western Washington University's campus, Communications Facility Room 120.

Tell your friends, and join us in welcoming Rebecca back to creepy-crawly Bellingham as she celebrates the re-release of _The Haunted House_.

Everyone is invited; the event is free and open to the public.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Poetry Reading October 11th in Edmonds

If you happen to be in Edmonds, Washington on October 11th, stop by and hear me read.

I'll be reading poetry at Edmonds Community College at 2pm in Mill Creek Hall.

That's National Coming Out Day, always a good day to scare your
neighbors by kissing in the flowerbeds. Or reading poetry out loud.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Card-Carrying Member

Today E. and I got an envelope from the Office of the Secretary of State. How exciting! How charming! The certificate looks like they bought a bunch at Office Depot. How can I capture the glossy feel of the CARRYING CARD, with its underwater blue shimmer and REGISTRATION NUMBER
printed on the front?

This is not being married.

This is not at all like being married.

I should know, because I am married to E. in Canada.

This feels like we're being watched. This feels creepy and Orwellian.

Best of all is the sentence in the little form letter (printed wrong way around on the page):
"The Office of the Secretary of State does not have authority to enforce any of these rights."

Basically, this means nothing.

And what an ugly contrast to our wedding in Vancouver, where strangers stopped us on the street to take our picture, where we felt welcome and invited in strangers' homes.

Separate but equal. Laminated cards. They're laughing at us but what we're feeling is a lot more serious.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Send a wedding cake to Jerry Sanders

The mayor of San Diego has just changed his position on same-sex marriage in a dramatic and poignant speech. His daughter is a lesbian; several of his staff members are gay; and gee, separate isn't really equal, is it?

Somebody needs to hug this guy. His honesty is so refreshing that it's actually shocking to hear:

http://cbs5.com/video/?id=26888@kpix.dayport.com

Saturday, September 15, 2007

A home for Homeschooling in 2010

Excellent news, folks.

My novel _Homeschooling_ has found a publisher.

Updates and information to follow soon!

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Joan Nestle speaks out

www.joannestle.blogspot.com

We should all be so brave.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Return Of Baby Mayhem

My dear Elizabeth has a fabulous story in Juked, just out. Look and see:

http://www.juked.com/2007/09/naturalselection.asp

And it's almost that time of year again: time to revive Baby Mayhem.

She's our invented baby. Incredibly cute, and such a conversation starter! When people ask us what we do with our time (seeing as how we're so childless and lonely and bored), we show pictures (blank, of course) instead of boring them with artsy narratives about whatever we happen to be writing.

People feel better when you have a baby; it's true.

You can borrow her if you want.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

not gay not gay not gay

More frisky Republicans in the men's room!

Plain old sad, which seems to be a theme these days.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-hipp/idahomosexual-public-serv_b_62300.html
2007-08-29-art.craig.mugshot.mapd.jpg

Sunday, August 26, 2007

some rejections are bigger than others

It's a rejection to be proud of: I was a finalist for the Idaho Poetry Prize 2007.

It feels good to know that my manuscript was taken seriously, especially given how much I admire Robin Becker.

Here's the link to the winner, shortlist, and finalists. Congrats, everyone!

http://www.losthorsepress.org/tip/index.html

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Interview / Review

My interview with Sarah Schulman, and a review of her latest novel, _The Child_, are featured in this month's Lambda Book Report, Summer 2007, Vol. 15, Issue 2.

In a forthcoming issue I'll be interviewing Rebecca Brown, and reviewing her reissued novel.

Link to Lambda at: www.lambdaliterary.org

And if anyone is reading the issue right now, I'd be interested in hearing your thoughts on Victoria Brownworth's piece, as well as the review of _Like Son_.

Hmmm.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

box of poems sets off bomb scare

http://www.alternet.org/story/50939/

best damn dog no best damn breather

ever to walk the earth. goodbye.

ely 1993-2007

ps we're waiting for you to haunt us; it's awfully lonely without you

Sunday, June 24, 2007

More Myles

Eileen Myles will be reading in Port Townsend, WA on Tuesday,
July 17th at 7:30pm, as part of the Centrum Writer's Conference.
Tickets required in advance, folks.

E. and I plan to wear rain bonnets on the ferry ride over. We are already excited
about that noodle place downtown, and visiting creepy-beautiful forts and beaches
with poetry in our eyes and ears.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Cheney Baby

My Canadian bride, the immer-charming Elizabeth Colen, has a piece called "Curtains" in the new Pebble Lake Review. Check it out.

There's still time to plan your outfits for the Focus On The Family conference in
August. Do NOT wait until the last minute. It takes time for a girl to look her best, especially if she's not a girl!

Speaking of not girls, and impressions, and impressing upon: What's up with the Cheney baby mamas being all disappeared? Where's Mary? Where's Heather? And why did Dick Cheney steal his daughter's baby?

Monday, May 28, 2007

Submit to Knockout!

Get busy, folks. There's a new magazine in town:

Poets Jeremy Halinen and Brett Ortler are editors of a new print literary magazine called Knockout. The first issue is scheduled to appear in September 2007. Knockout is not an LGBT magazine, per se (meaning that it’s open to everyone), but it will have a strong LGBT emphasis or presence (at least 50% of each issue by LGBT poets).

The first issue includes work by Carl Phillips, Carol Guess, Larissa Szporluk, Laurie Blauner, Lynn Levin, Timothy Liu, Jonathan Williams, Thomas Meyer, Jim Elledge, Christopher Hennessy, Antler, Ronald H. Bayes, CAConrad, Gerard Wozek, Jeff Mann, Aaron Smith, Michael Montlack, Jeffery Beam, Billy Collins, Robert Bly, Ger Killeen, Thomas Lux, Denver Butson, Dan Pinkerton, Todd Boss, Charles Jensen, Brent Goodman, Theodore Enslin, Alberto Rios, David Mason, and Joseph Massey, among others.

The editors are now reading submissions for the second issue, and request submissions of 3-6 poems, sent all in one file, preferably an MS Word document, to the following two email addresses:
knockoutpoetry@gmail.com
jeremyhalinen@yahoo.com

Please note that the editors are NOT considering unsolicited fiction or nonfiction submissions at this time.

To be considered for our second issue, please submit no later than August 15, 2007 (although the editors recommend sending them much sooner, as the issue may fill up much sooner than that). A submission received after that deadline will be considered for the following issue. Response time is generally two weeks, but never more than a month. Payment for accepted work will be two copies, one for the contributor and one for a friend of the contributor.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Call To Action -- Portland, OR, August 4, 2007

Hi Y'all,

Now, I know you are wondering where your next group hug is coming from. "When," you're thinking, "will I be hugged by a whole bunch of people wearing stonewashed denim? When will I get to sing songs about Jesus, about how he loved little lambkins?"

I have an answer for you. Your group hug and Jesus sing-along is coming very, very soon.

On August 4, in Portland, Oregon, the charming folks from Focus On The Family will converge at an as-of-yet-undisclosed location to hold a "dynamic" one-day conference. That's right -- "dynamic." No doubt about it. The conference is called "Love Won Out" -- note the optimism in the verb tense there. That's past tense. Love, it seems, has already won.

By now you can probably guess what the topic of this special event is: that's right. THE GAYS.
Once again, my girlfriend and I are practically famous. WE are responsible for EVERY EVIL
known to mankind, and therefore, it is imperative that we be SAVED.

Of course, Focus On The Family has been trying to "convert" The Gays for years now. So far
it doesn't seem to be working very well. But the tone of the conference is chipper -- after all, where else can you "hear from nationally known experts who have firsthand experience with the seldom-told side of the homosexual issue"? Nationally known experts like Nancy Heche, mother of Anne Heche, ex-lesbian icon? And hottie hotpants Alan Chambers, ex-gay stud (he "left homosexuality in '91," as if it were a small town in Iowa) who's now president of Exodus International, the world's largest conversion therapy machine?

I know you wanna go to this conference; I know you do. So, call to action: all queers and queer friendlies (ie sane people) within driving distance show up, make out, sing show tunes, and see how many ex-gays you can share, um, hand soap with in the bathrooms of the conference hall.

Seriously, folks -- tell your friends, and let's protest in style. Style is, after all, something
they can never take away from us. They might brainwash us, tear us away from our children, destroy our relationships with our blood family, force us into invasive "counseling," including forced rape and electroshock therapy, beat the crap out of us, and call us names. But they can never take away our dance moves.

See you there.
xo
c

Sunday, May 13, 2007

My Father In Water

I've got new work in Blue Mesa Review, Spring 2007 Issue 19.
"My Father In Water" is an essay juxtaposing my father's death
from cancer with my girlfriend's father's homophobia.

Our blind dog makes a guest appearance, and there's a ghost in it, as well.

Right now I'm reading _The Man Suit_ (Zachary Schomburg),
which makes me see things backwards and upside down.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Just Because We Can't Get Married Doesn't Mean We Can't Get Published

My beautiful and talented girlfriend Elizabeth Colen has a piece in the current issue of Redivider. It's not up on the web yet, but soon, so check back . . .

Friday, April 6, 2007

Ribbons Spilling From His Sleeve

Here's the line from Richard Siken's _Crush_ that lured me first:

"I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time."

Really the whole book spills forth once you open it; there's an urgency
and intensity that makes it seem as if it must be written
on something sturdier than paper. Louise Gluck compares Siken
to Plath; it's easy to see why: the sustained drama, dry humor,
flourishes of color and texture. What's more, for me, is the truth
of the violence in the poems: "universal" of course (tired word),
but also distinctly queer. Siken captures the sheer danger
of existing in a queer (boy's) body, the danger of walking the road
at night and the danger of waking up beside someone who might
love you, kill you, or both. And wanting both. The beauty of both,
of never being bored, and in spite of the blood not wanting to trade,
ever, one word for some more acceptable suburban pleasure.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Pleasure And Danger

Today I decided to read Harryette Mullen's _Trimmings_ while walking from downtown to the Mannequin Museum that is home. I wanted to see what would happen to the words if I was moving and yes, they moved with me. Unfortunately there is some sort of ban on reading-while-walking in B'ham, Washington. Several SUVs tried very hard to hit me (on the words "sashay," "kitchen," and "sequin") and a police car passed me and honked, looking very annoyed as I crossed the crosswalk slowly. Literacy. Gets. In. The. Way.

Best line I've read all day -- no, in weeks -- really. All you need is one line, if you can write like this:

"Semi-automatic ruffle on a semi-formal gown."

That's Harryette Mullen, riffing off Gertrude Stein.

Get out of your cars, people. Put your feet on the ground.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Witnessing you at this very moment

The new Hayden's Ferry Review is out and about, happy to be held in your hot hand. It's Fall/Winter 2006-07, "Works of Witness." I was especially moved by a concise punch of a poem, "One Explanation," by Chris Forhan, and by "Selections from 'Safe,'" by Charles Jensen, which takes on Matthew Shepard and manages somehow to rescue the subject from the realm of Overdone. I've got a piece in here, too, inspired by that funny little intersection in West Seattle down in the Junction, where it's "walk all ways with walk."


Walk All Ways With Walk


You sell everything you own. Force the five fingers of your only hand into your palm, fist the stone you skipped as a girl. You were a boy then. The secret of skipping was never wanting a ring. Water was home, if only inside you. The places it took you required departures, skirt after skirt, dirt under the wheels of your truck. Stuck in a ditch past Spokane you left that, too, shirt on your back sweet as the last girl’s head thrown back, bed of your truck, sky as water, blue above both of you, her legs always opening, light changing green to Walk All Ways With Walk. You wade past the logjam into the sea. Anna, Susanna, Matilda, Marie. What comes next? No one knows -- not the red-winged blackbird, not the preacher. You enter a solitude you will never escape. A million televisions blame someone else as your beautiful country erupts into Empire. You cover your ankles and your waist with water. Aretha, Sabrina, Tamika, Louise.

Eileen Myles

was amazing at Bailey/Coy. Weird minimalist Q&A after the reading, though, and I didn't get to ask when
the new prose work is coming out. My favorite poems: the "Dear Andrea" series, sculpted out
of her ex-girlfriend's obsessive phone conversations with *her* ex-girlfriend. They perfectly capture the feeling of talking to someone who isn't listening, whose attention is fragmented elsewhere, and whose affection is directed at a long thin line.

Friday, March 23, 2007

We are all accountable

I'm working on a review of Sarah Schulman's new novel, _The Child_, as well as an interview
with the author for Lambda Book Report. The book is fascinating -- focused on the emotional and physical violence that results from familial homophobia. Equally fascinating to me, however, is a second plot strand, exploring how difficult it is for lesbian artists to find venues (mainstream or marginal) for their work. This is something Sarah has commented on for years, and something I've experienced over and over again. If it's got a lesbian in it, it's not literature. Therefore, if you write about lesbians, you aren't writing literature. You're writing -- cereal box copy? Genre fiction? Softcore porn?

The protagonist must always be named Joshua.

Preferably Joshua Joshua.

And so this is the name of my imaginary band: The Joshua Joshuas.

I play tambourine.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

"I wanted to go home, where I had never been."

Eileen Myles will be reading at Bailey/Coy Books in Seattle on Friday, March 23 at 7pm.

NaPoWriMo

write a poem a day for the month of april
grocery lists count if the contents are colorful

Sunday, March 18, 2007

songs we are currently dancing to

"I'd rather fuck who I want than kill who I am told to."

Peaches, "Impeach My Bush"

In the "feminism was a stupid idea anyway" dept.

Valerie Plame = glam spy

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Why I Heart Matthea Harvey

Here's a poem by Matthea Harvey from The Canary #5 2006:


Estamos En Vivo, No Hay Alternativo


Down here in the land of slammed doors,
the factory puffs its own set of clouds

into the sky. Fake larks fly through
them, lifelike. Let's not go into contractions

of can't and won't or how behind the line of trees,
the forest is gone. Dip that tiny brush into

your paintbox and mix up something nice
and muddy for me. We've got a lock

on the moon so now it goes where we want it--
mostly proms, sometimes lobbies.

This is my favorite sign: "Live girls, live action!"
and in smaller but still flashing lights:

"girl on girl, girl on _____." Among the permutations,
there's no "girl on hands and knees begging for her life."

No one we know wants it that badly.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Recent work in Bat City Review

Have you seen Bat City Review, the gorgeous new journal out of The University of Texas at Austin? Look for the tattoo and talons on the cover of issue 2, 2006, where I have three new poems. Here's a sample:


The Belltown Angel

In place of solitude I see the sky. Across the city someone holds dinner for a dozen high above his head. Traffic becomes maps of traffic becomes voices on the radio talking about traffic. Someone holds loaves of bread to her chest and kicks open a wooden door with her boot.

Everything we’ve lost has been returned to us for this day only.
Everything is on sale and the air quality has never been better.

Hostages shiver in the shadow of my burnt-out buildings. Lovers and night dreamers leave icons at my feet, so many candles to drowsy Maria and African Jesus. I sign an animal pact to the lost souls who kneel to me. I sing a lullaby to the glittery drunks and bedraggled drag queens who parade beneath my fiberglass wings. The sky splits into heartstars that guide strippers home, spindly shoes draped over their shoulders, thighs smelling of shaving cream and dollar bills. I spread my wings over the forge where the black dog sleeps, over the corner where a man reads Lorca to his homeless lover.

Bellingham Events: VU Gallery and Village Books

If you're in or around Bellingham, WA, stop by Western Washington University's VU Gallery
on April 19th at 6pm for a poetry reading (me) and art exhibit (the talented Jessica Lowber). Jessica's work showcases images of women, queering the body in extraordinary ways.

I will also be giving a workshop at Village Books in Fairhaven from 6-8pm on March 28.
All proceeds go to charity, and you can learn about creating believable characters in fiction.

Do stop by!