I found this mushroom yesterday.
I’ve admired Eleven Eleven for years and I’m so glad my long-ish poem “Blood” found a home in its pages.
You can listen to me reading the poem in Portland here too.
It has a little nod to Keats at the end, “This living hand, now warm and capable.”
"And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
A profile is up at City Arts! Of elephants, long poems, beef pacifiers, and narrative via images.
Two new poems from “Ceremony” are in the summer issue of Sixth Finch! Excited to be a part of this stud-filled issue.
I review With Our Eyes Wide Open: Poems of the New American Century over at Warscapes! About the trouble of speaking, haunting, Solmaz Sharif’s “Drone,” and more.