Thirsty
Thirsty I cannot get enough water in me. I am forever melting things: Drenching your hands until they slide away, I shiver down your torso into a puddle, Panting and
Tag: poetry
Husk
Rub your spine against me To scrape off the old skin. Press a thumb to the underside of the Square corner of my jaw. Remind me what life is And
From the NYC Poetry Festival…
Shenanigans!
Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
I’m going to go ahead and post a poem. Because I spent all weekend reading and listening to poetry at the Second Annual New York City Poetry Festival on Governor’s
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FYI, my reading last night at Poor Mouth Poetry at An Beal Bocht in Riverdale went swimmingly, and I met some fabulous people. Riverdale! Who knew? In the interest of
Poor Mouth Poetry this Wednesday
Come one, come all, to my featured reading at An Beal Bocht‘s monthly Poor Mouth Poetry open mic night! I’ll be spouting poetry and the like for 10-15 minutes as
Closed Circuit
A closed circuit, you said. The intertwining of us so complex we could not unlock our lips at 5 am. You struck deeper than I knew I was. The
Poetry Brothel Benefit Thursday 05/24
My darlings, I know I am occasionally over the moon about the Poetry Brothel and constantly trying to get anyone within earshot to hear how great it is. And I
Me, in Costume, Black and White, and Wig Cap, for your Entertainment
After an extended bout of craziness involving running my porn panel at apexart last Wednesday, hosting several out-of-town visitors and one Madison Young at my tiny Bronx apartment for many
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Behemoth
Well, if it’s not a writer’s duty to post videos of herself reading her writing, then I don’t know what is. But… man, I really hate watching myself on video.