Matt Hart and his intrepid crew have been putting together a print journal of impeccable integrity for almost 20 years. And even now, he is no less inspired by the artists around him and the work they produce. It’s a beautiful thing to experience.
Forklift, Ohio- handmade and unique, can be purchased here. One of my poems was included in Issue #34, Winter 2017.
Shahira Kudsi and Zachary Cosby are attempting something pretty cool at this website, eliminating the hierarchical nature of submissions in favor of a linking family tree of recommendations. It’s a beautiful thing, and they included me in a branch.
This poem is vulnerable for me. It’s about my childhood in an American Christian traveling tent revival ministry/cult, and the confusion resulting from being raised in a colonialist system of well-intentioned oppression. It’s part of a larger work in progress.
Sometimes I think I’m writing these poems as an inside joke with myself. That some of them are too non-linear and yet not lyric enough. But then, Erik Kennedy at Queen Mob’s comes along, and with the patience of a saint, publishes my poem “This eating of the space around you is tiresome.” Here is the link.
Special thanks to incredible human Nathan Wade Carter over at SUSAN / The Journal for publishing two of my Saint Claire poems, For the Night When I Sing Faith at Karaoke and For the Juan de Fuca Plate. You can read them here. #Resist
I don’t even know what to say about this one. I mean. Sixth Finch. They took two Saint Claire poems, For Motherhood and For the Council of Trent. And it’s the same issue as two of my friends, Jamie Mortara and Julia Clare Tillinghast. Dang, y’all, dang. Here is the link.
Phillip B. Williams does a really beautiful job curating Vinyl Poetry and it’s so cool to be part of such a vibrant bunch of voices. Two days after my birthday, he published “My friend once told the man she was fucking” and I couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present. You can read that poem here.
Yep. Issue #012 was released late this spring, containing two of my poems. Really proud of these and proud to have been put in such good company. The art direction for the Fuck Art Let’s Dance online journal of Nostrovia!Press is amazing and the poetry and prose is whip smart. Thanks to Jeremiah and Christopher for doing me the honor of including me here.
And thanks to Nostrovia! for nominating my poem “It’s not too late to salvage the piece of glass that surfaced on your knee.” for Best of the Net. Many wows.