Word Perv
(noun): One who takes delight and is skilled at constructing, writing or saying naughty phrases or dialogue.

Write Bloody has long been my dream publisher. They are an independent publisher whose poets I read and admire and fan girl over. Most years they run a contest, seeking new poets to add to their publishing roster. This year, like last, I chose five poems and sent them in with fingers crossed. Last week I got my rejection letter from Write Bloody’s annual poetry contest. I wasn’t surprised but still took a screenshot and sent it to my poet friend Kristin.

She replied with her own letter from Write Bloody…except she was selected as a finalist!

To say I was ecstatic would be an understatement. I was, and still am, so happy and excited for my friend. I am disappointed that I’m not a finalist but this absolutely does not dampen my excitement for Kristin’s finalist status. Here’s the thing – we creatives need to support one another. We need to sing each other’s praises and hold one another up. Because a win for Kristin in no way means a loss for me. It just means I’ve got to dig a little deeper, write a little harder, push a little further. It means I’ve got to keep writing and submitting and hopefully next time I’ll be a finalist too. And I believe it’ll happen one day. But until then I’m going to hold my friend up, I’m going to sing her praises and I’m going to keep my fingers crossed that she’s selected by Write Bloody because I’ve read her manuscript and it’s amazing and the world needs her words.

So this year I’m not a finalist but maybe next year will be my year. I’ll keep writing and I’ll keep submitting and I’ll keep getting my poetry into the world. In the meantime, please peek at Kristin’s video and support her by giving it a thumbs up.

 

Some big and exciting news: I’ve got TWO poetry readings planned for Washington state in October! If you live in Olympia, please join me at the Old Growth Poetry Collective Open Mic where I’ll be the feature poet. Thursday, 5 October at 6pm.

If you live in Seattle, please join me, along with the amazing Michael Schmeltzer, at TeKu Tavern for a poetry reading!  Wednesday, 11 October at 8pm. (Please note, this is a bar, you must be 21 to enter. Please also note it is dog friendly and you can bring your pooch. In fact, I’d love it if you brought your pooch since mine will be at home on the other side of the country. Please let me love on your dog a bit that night before/during/after I read poems.)

Details below, I hope to see you there!

And more details on the reading at TeKu Tavern:

 

 

August 30, 2017

Nasty Women

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On January 21st I marched in the Women’s March on DC. It was a day of hope and empowerment and amazing signs.

 

For the first time since election night I felt something other than despair. I felt like the world wasn’t ending and maybe the country would pull together and we’d survive. Of course, months later that despair has returned and every day is a new horror show with what the President has done or said or threatened to do. It’s been difficult but there’s always something I turn to: poetry.

Poetry keeps me going in times of darkness. Poetry gives me hope and faith and a renewed sense of purpose. And so I’m very excited that my poem, Promotion, is included in the Nasty Women Poets: An Unapologetic Anthology of Subversive Verse. You can buy your very own copy and you should, this anthology will be filled with much needed poems. Poems to keep you going in times of darkness.

(Note, my poem Promotion was originally published by Thank You For Swallowing: Fuck 2016.) 

July 28, 2017

New Poems & A Reading

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Exciting news – I’ve got six (SIX!!) new poems up at Vending Machine Press, check them out! I’ve also got a new one up at Babe Soda.

And I’ve got a poetry reading coming up! I’ll be reading at Word Portland in Portland, Maine. Monday, 7 August at 9pm at LFK (188 State Street).  COME LISTEN TO ME READ POEMS!

July 14, 2017

All the Stars in Utah

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Last month my husband  and I and three friends headed to Utah for a glorious nine-day vacation. We spent every day hiking, either in Zion National Park or Bryce Canyon National Park or on various other local trails. It was amazing and glorious and everyone should go there.

Observation Point, Zion National Park

 

Kanarra Creek Canyon

 

On our last night there we finally hit the outdoor hot tub. With temps soaring over 100 degrees F every day it didn’t cool down enough to get into the hot tub till very late. But our last night in Utah, close to 11pm, we finally shut off all the lights inside and hopped in. As soon as our eyes adjusted I regretted not going in earlier in the week. The night sky was lit up with more stars than I have ever seen. I saw the Milky Way, I saw shooting stars, I saw so many stars they began to grow fuzzy. It was amazing. Of course I wrote a poem about it.

All the Stars in Utah

We went outside late, the air finally

cool enough to not feel like thick tar

in our lungs. We shut

off all the lights, let our eyes adjust

to the dark, watched the night sky erupt

with more stars than I’ve ever seen.

The longer we stayed the more

the sky exploded till the only

constellation we could find

in the mass of stars

was the Big Dipper, the Milky Way

visible, a wash of stars 

against the black.

.

Home from our vacation

the night sky has returned

to normal, average. I paint

my nails black, add a layer

of silver sparkle over it. Imagine

it’s the stars we saw

in Utah.

Stars caught in my nail polish