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February 17, 2017

So Much Good Stuff!

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I’ve had a lot of good stuff going on lately and I haven’t updated you – sorry! Here’s the exciting upcoming things I’ve got in my life:

My chapbook, All in the Family, was featured on The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed!

I’m the newest poetry contributor at Obvi, We’re the Ladies, an online feminist journal. Watch for poems there soon!

Three – THREE!! – of my poems will be featured in Queen of Cups, a gorgeous mini lit mag delivered to your inbox each week via Tiny Letter. The only way you’ll see these beauties is if you sign up for the lit mag. DO IT! I promise, it’s a lovely little lit mag and I love getting it in my inbox. I’ve found new poets to love in there and I promise, you will too!

Last, but definitely not least, I’ll be performing poetry with LaTiDo at 8pm on Monday, 27 February at Bistro Bistro (Dupont Circle in DC). Please join me to hear amazing singers and a few fantastic poets. Tickets are $15 and you can buy them at the door. For those on Facebook, here’s the link to the event.


Last week I went to the 2017 AWP, the annual conference for Writers and Writing Programs. It was three days of panels, lectures, readings, and hanging out with other writers. I listened to wonderful poets, met a bunch of them, made some new friends, and wrote a bunch of poems. All in all, it was a huge success and it will likely become an annual event for me.  Here’s a few pictures from the event.



Writer of the year!

I love my friends, I have a huge group of supportive, wonderful friends – obviously because otherwise why would I be friends with them? Sometimes though this means I accidentally freak them out…by writing and publishing a poem titled As I Contemplate My Second Divorce. This poem was published by Noble / Gas Quarterly and as I usually do when a poem gets published, I posted links to the journal on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. And about three minutes after that my phone started blowing up with friends worried I was getting a divorce. I immediately went online to amend my post with a disclaimer stating that my marriage was fine and not all poems are 100% autobiographical.

It’s hard to remember this, even I forget this sometimes and assume the poet is writing from a place in his/her life. I assume that each poem is totally true. Which is ridiculous because I know better. Hell, in my chapbook, All in the Family, I have several poems about my father’s death….except my father is still alive and kicking. So I, of all people, know that not all poems are autobiographical. But when a poem is written well it transports the reader and makes them feel the poem comes from a place of truth and honesty. And most of them do come from a place of truth, but that doesn’t mean all of them do. Even when they’re written from a place of honesty it doesn’t mean they are true any time outside of that moment of writing. We writers sometimes take a moment and use it for inspiration. We take the idea, the feeling, the emotion, and run with it – sometimes the smallest kernel of truth inspires a poem. Sometimes what’s true in the moment becomes a poem and then later it’s no longer true. It doesn’t make it any less powerful or moving and it doesn’t make it any less true.

Of course my friends are partly to blame for this misunderstanding because honestly, would I announce my divorce on social media? Unlikely. But overall this just makes me love my friends even more – because they click on those links and read those poems. And then they check in with me to make sure everything’s okay. That I’m okay. And really, how can I not love them for caring about me?


Noble / Gas Quarterly also published my poem Toast which got a little lost in the whole “Is Courtney getting a divorce?” debacle. Go read it, it’s a good one.

January 25, 2017

52 Weeks of Poetry

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At the end of December I posted my favorite reads of 2016. When I posted the link on Twitter someone asked that I provide a list of the 54 books of poetry I read last year. My goal had been to read one book of poetry each week and I was happy to surpass it. Here’s the poetry I ready in 2016.

  1. Guns and Butter by Montana Ray
  2. The Endarkenment by Jeffrey McDaniels
  3. Letters Composed During a Lull in the Fighting by Kevin Powers
  4. District Lines, Volume III
  5. Poetry as Insurgent Art by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
  6. NY by Mandy Ord
  7. The Petrov Poems by Lesley Lebkowicz
  8. Flying Out With the Wounded by Anne Caston
  9. Disturbance by Ivy Alvarez
  10. The Big Smoke by Adrian Matekje
  11. Today Means Amen by Sierra DeMulder
  12. Native Guard by Natasha Trethewey
  13. Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth by Alice Walker
  14. Sad Girl Poems by Christopher Soto
  15. Figure Studies by Claudia Emerson
  16. Poetry After 9/11 Anthology edited by Dennis Johnson and Valarie Merins
  17. Pharaoh, Pharaoh by Claudia Emerson
  18. Turn Off or Use Opener by David Kresh
  19. La Douleur Exquise by J.R. Rogue
  20. Racing Hummingbirds by Jeanann Verlee
  21. One Secret Thing by Sharon Olds
  22. The Switching Yard by Jan Beatty
  23. Said the Manic to the Muse by Jeanann Verlee
  24. Mixtape of the Unsaid by JS Belote
  25. On That One Way Trip to Mars by Marlena Chertock
  26. Tanka & Me by Kathe Schwehn
  27. A Door With a Voice by Katie Manning
  28. The Children’s War by Shandel Beers
  29. Michelangelo’s Seizure by Steve Gerhke
  30. The Female Gaze is Cool by Alexandra Wuest
  31. Trusting Souls by Brian Andres
  32. Blessing the Boats by Lucille Clifton
  33. Common Ground Review
  34. Good Grief by Stevie Edwards
  35. Do Conjoined Twins Masturbate by Singing Ghosts
  36. 3Arabi Song by Zeina Heshem Beck
  37. The Black Maria by Aracelis Girmay
  38. Before Snowfall, After Rain by Ariel Francisco
  39. Birth Marks by Jim Daniels
  40. Our Poison Horse by Derrick Brown
  41. Accepting the Disaster by Joshua Mehigan
  42. Ligatures by Denise Miller
  43. Rain by Don Patterson
  44. What the Living Do by Marie Howe
  45. When My Brother Was an Aztec by Natalie Diaz
  46. Tasty Other by Katie Manning
  47. Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude by Ross Gay
  48. I Knew You Once by Alexander Kesick
  49. Heavenly Questions by Gjertrud Schnackenberg
  50. Black Aperture by Matt Rasmussen
  51. Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong
  52. Seam by Tarfia Faizullah
  53. The Captain Asks For a Show of Hands by Nick Flynn
  54. How to Take a Bullet by Hollie Hardy
January 6, 2017

The Election

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I have typed out this post three or four times. Sometimes getting only a sentence down before crying and deleting it, sometimes a whole paragraph. Once I wrote the entire post and then with tears filling my eyes I held my finger on the backspace button and watched it disappear, line by line.

That’s what this election’s result feels like – like America has put its finger on the backspace button and we’re watching what we’ve worked hard for be deleted. That any strides we’ve made toward equality in gender or sexuality or race or healthcare are being erased.

I voted for Hillary Clinton. I believed in Hillary Clinton. I donated to her campaign (multiple times) and I think the country has made a horrible choice for its next president.

But here we are.

I stayed up late on election night, hoping the results would change. I cried when I finally accepted that Hillary Clinton would not be our next president. And I spent the next day crying too. I grieved. I mourned. And then I got angry. And then I decided to do something about it. Not just write a blog post or rant on Facebook but actually so something. So I’m going to start volunteering at an organization that is near and dear to me. An organization that is the target of many hateful campaigns and is now at risk of being shut down under the new administration. Of course I’m talking about Planned Parenthood. I already donate to them annually but right now that doesn’t feel like it’s enough. It doesn’t feel like action. So in addition to putting my money where my mouth is I’m going to put my body where my mouth is. I’m going to donate time and energy to support an organization I feel is very important to the health of millions of women. I think Hillary would approve.



And tying into this theme of the election, here’s my newest poems, published by Thank You For Swallowing for the Fuck 2016 edition of their journal.

While it’s easy to bitch and complain and live in fear we can’t do that. My hope is that this election spurs people to action. That it makes people stand up and fight for what they believe in. But not just during the Presidential election season. RIGHT NOW. We must now all rise up and fight for a country we can be proud of. Here’s my theme song – won’t you join me as we rise up?

January 3, 2017

End of Year Wrap-Up

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I didn’t want to write this post – 2016 has been such a good and awful year I don’t know how to begin.

The awful – 2016 stole so many great people from us – Prince, Gene Wilder, John Glenn, Alan Rickman, George Michael, David Bowie, Mohamed Ali, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Carrie Fisher and others. And if 2016 wasn’t bad enough about stealing all these amazing and talented people from us, it also gave us Donald Trump who is one of the worst people in this country. And because he’s also President Elect I don’t have high hopes for our country’s next four years.

But there was a lot of good for me in 2016 also. I traveled to three new countries: Australia, Tunisia, and the Philippines. I completed a $15M work project. I published a chapbook of poetry for the poetry/art show my sister and I collaborated on together and my chapbook, All in the Family, was published by Bottlecap Press. (Both are still available for purchase, $10 plus shipping. Leave me a comment and I’ll send you details on purchasing.) I published a bunch of poems and I got accepted into an MFA program. I got a new tattoo. I read an absurd amount of books. I traveled and hiked and partook of good food and wine.

Overall, despite the heavy, wretched parts of 2016 — and there were a lot of them — it was a good year for me personally. I’m looking forward to what 2017 brings and I hope 2017 starts wonderfully for you too. Happy new year friends.

Happy New Year!