Some recent readings, publications, and such.
Here’s Esmé “reading” POETRY Magazine in her stroller. When I took this picture last summer I thought, maybe one day I’ll have a poem in POETRY.
That day will come sooner than I thought. Last month I got an email saying they’d accepted one of my poems. Wicked. I was at the food court at the mall, a very literary place indeed. I cussed, jumped a little (one-inch vertical), and drank a disgusting Mountain Dew in celebration.
I’ll keep you posted on when that issue is due out.
Sometimes I write these weird little sonnets, all called “Yip.” Beloit Poetry Journal took one of them for their Spring 2014 issue. Thanks, BPJ.
Here’s my friend Megan Grumbling reading at LFK in Portland, Maine. She’s working on a really killer series of Persephone poems kinda-sorta about that socialist hoax called Climate Change.
Ah, Marden’s (in Lewiston, Maine): home of $1.99 poetry collections. It’s like a perpetual fire sale, only of your favorite writers’ books.
Arsenic Lobster published one of my Semitone Étude poems on their site last year, and then it ended up in the year-end anthology pictured here on my kitchen table. Tasty tasty poisonous crustacean.
Selfie! This is in the bathroom at a placed called Outliers in Portland, Maine where there’s a pay-phone hanging next to the urinal. You can pick it up and listen to Beat Poets read while you pee. I think I listened to Michael McClure, but I couldn’t be sure. Didn’t recognize the poem.
Magma Poetry, a great magazine from over yonder ‘cross the pond, published a poem of mine called “tin can telephone” for their Shape of the Poem issue. My poem was shaped like a Christmas Tree. Just kidding.
Jaap Blonk made some amazing sounds at a tiny little used record shop in Maine. Cozy, but for the dusty merchandise that made me sneeze for the next two days. I can only imagine how much dust Jaap inhaled while vocalizing and hyperventilating and grunting his way through his stunning improvisatory poems.
The poster for Jaap’s reading. Very punk rock, I think.
Jeffrey Harrison reading poems from his new book Into Daylight a few weeks ago on a sofa chair on an island in a kitchen in Maine.
And my friend the brilliant Betsy Sholl reading from her new collection at Longfellow Books. She should have people announce her like that: “The Brilliant Betsy Sholl,” only she’s far too humble, so we’ll need to organize on her behalf.
I read some poems a couple days ago as part of the monthly Local Buzz series in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. You can see how prepared I was from the torn Local Buzz business card serving as my bookmarks. But it was lots of fun hearing the other poets read, for sure, and though I think I sped through my own poems, people seemed to enjoy the bits they caught.
Last fall, Boulevard announced that I’d won their Poetry Prize for Emerging Writers, and that 3 of my poems would be published in the Spring issue — so I’ve been looking forward to receiving that copy pictured above for a while now. Thanks again to Edward Nobles for selecting my poems.
Alright, enough about me. Here’s a poem you should read by Ellen Bass.