Conflicted Exxistence
Apologies, my lovely darling crumpets, for not writing you brilliant new blog posts more often! I am in the process of trying to find a new apartment in New York
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It’s that time of year again! What time of year? you may be asking. The time when we take off our shoes and lay around on the grass? The time when we buy food-truck morsels and have a picnic? The time when we take a free ferry to a free poetry festival and enjoy the summer on Governor’s Island? … Continue readingCome See Me at the 4th Annual New York City Poetry Festival
Sometimes I fall into the all-too-common trap of not wanting to sound like a broken record of self-promotion. I mean, not that I want to be that guy who’s constantly
Continue readingSelf-Promotion! (It’s Good Writing! Really!)
I am so honored and excited to announce that three of my poems are featured in the dark, visceral, creepy, and other-worldly Spring 2014 edition of Menacing Hedge. This group of
Come one, come all! Sit right there in the front row, if you wish! You’ll never be able to discern the sorcery of the poets at the Poetry Brothel, no
I just had three poems accepted at a lovely lit journal, and spent the afternoon talking with someone at Silent Barn about an art installation made of porno DVDs. I
Hello my lovelies! It’s been a while since a Poetry Brothel event featuring yours truly rolled around, but this Sunday it’s going to happen! I’ll be at the Mardis Gras-themed
A poem of mine, called “Broad Strokes,” went up on Friday over at Sound Lit Mag, a publication on contemporary music-poetics, and I’m super-excited! This magazine is so smart it
Continue readingMerry Christmas to Me! A poem published at SOUND!
Oh. Em. Gee. To anyone who’s confused about the nuances of what feminists often call “male privilege,” check out this spoken word poem, “Shrinking Women,” by Lily Myers. This. It’s
Insomnia It is difficult to hold anything when your bones are made of chalk, when each footstep upstairs jangles like a trumpet blast. Alone in the living room, I lengthen