I basically spent all of 2014 writing poems about Audrey, immersing myself in her story, the art in which she still lives, daydreams about her life and the world in which she lived, noting the ways in which my world is still hers, marveling over how she helped to build them both. (Don’t know about her? Here’s some more info. Read it all because it is important and tragic and wonderful.)
These two poems just published are, as a result of sort-of living in Audrey’s skin for a year, very personal. I am thrilled that they’re out in the world, alongside gorgeous, creepy, fecund, candle-lit, wonderful works by Matthew J. Hall, Jennifer Hanks, and Ellie White. I am also quaking in my boots. Showing these poems to people feels somewhat akin to showing up naked to a reading… although probably naked with my best shoes on… and maybe a really badass necklace.
Anyway. Please go read them! And… be gentle?