Sunday, December 25, 2011

When the Sun Blinds the Book Press

One Act Play at the End of Xmas Eve Dinner:

Guest: That was where is the launcher?
Parent: I have the rockets.
Guest: Are those the matches?
Julia: No, that's my camera.
(mother finds matches, guests & family go to the patio to explode things)


the End.


Yes, a very exciting Christmas Eve! I ate so much food I could hardly move, yet we still managed to light 3 sky lanterns & float them into the night, and then launch some rockets, polishing it off with 3 foot long sparklers.


Um, in all seriousness, though, I do feel very lucky to have spent the evening eating delicious food & meeting my parents' friends. Friends who like to cook delicious food & explode things, too. I feel very lucky that I get to not just hear about my parents' lives in Mexico, but be a part of the adventure.

Friday, December 23, 2011

I Hated That I Could Not Take Photos In The Mask Museum Press

Luckily, I could sneak some photos at the Mexican Toy Museum, a few blocks from where my parents live:

Family Hang Time Press

Just hangin' out with my dad:

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Pre-Historic Comedy Press

Garden of babies? I planted the sun under the tongue of returns. A whimper winds the sound gears grind over. Foraged syntax. Who romps the ruins? To locate a glance in the forest, stride through the wild chives, the beehive swinging like a lantern. Honey & hiccups.

Who kneed the hummingbird that despaired the tulip's chalice. Who in the leaf-lavished air will stick. Belly-ached into an album. Light lifts nothing. Forged opacity. Face.

I Reached for the Ruins Press

Well, my parents have a frog made out of sugar in their study room. I would like to show it to you. Coming out of the darkness:

I like it's sloppy mouth.

The only thing not edible about it: sequined eyes. I'm glad it has an anus.
I went to newly excavated ruins in San Miguel yesterday. The archeologists are waiting for DNA samples to determine who actually build them and lived there between 440-1110 AD, although right now they think the Otomi tribe:

We were allowed to climb on them. That was awesome & weird.

Laura Sims has poems up at Omni Verse:
this awesome line is in her poem: "We with our canons and spaceships were children"

Also, if you're in NY tonight, I hope you go to this. I've known Mitch maybe since he was 19. He broke 2 teeth on a cookie:

One and all,

If you find yourself in town this Thursday, December 22nd,
then may I recommend you join us for an eve of raucous
soul-punk-love-core music?

Lech Szporer - vocals, keys, clarinet
Mitch Van Dusen - drums

w/ special guest Marissa Mickelberg on keys, guitar and vocals

But that's not all!

The Controversy will share the stage this eve (Matt Blair, Lech and Marissa
on vocals/guitar/keys/drums)

This is Kill Me Lover's first show on the town and are looking for a
crowd to warm the room with. We would like you to be
amongst that crowd, celebrating with abandon.
We assure you your ears will follow suit.

Thursday, December 22nd at 10 PM sharp
The Trash Bar
256 Grand St.
Williamsburg, BK
$7 21+

Forward this email and bring your friends!

May your feet find you there,


Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Frozen Food Isle Press

The room I'm staying in is painted like a hatbox. I feel like I'm inside a wrapped present & about to burst out. Also, I might be a hat?

I dreamed that I was a mini person and a normal sized bad guy put me in the freezer at a super marker to watch me freeze to death. So to save myself I tore into a package of frozen corn & built an igloo with the corn to stay warm.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Tidal Clouds Press

What have I done today, you might wonder? It's noon on Saturday.

1. I ate oatmeal with sunflower seeds & almond extract.
2. Wrote some letters & postcards.
3. Went to the post office, where I listened to the conversation of a woman with brain damage talk to the postal worker. That was sort of horrible. She apologized for her brain damaged slowness & I don't know, I just felt so bad.
4. I'm not sure if this is a response to the above, but then I came home & checked to see if there were any jobs at the Big Apple Circus: .
Sadly, there are not.
5. Contemplating ordering fiber optic wands, because I loved them when I was younger:

But the ones I'm finding aren't bushy enough. Know what I mean?
6. Currently, I'm dogsitting, so there is an 8 pound black dog on my lap right now. I think 3 pounds of that is fur.
7. The amazing poet Andrea Rexilius is picking me up soon & we're going present-shopping.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Bessie Smith Press

Well, I'm listening to Bessie Smith & hanging out with Jen Denrow & Selah Saterstrom. And our dogs, D'Count & Shamwow, have been wrassling each other all afternoon. There is a pie on the table. I might be typing in cutoff gloves & a coat, though. I cannot get warm. I cannot clip the syrup from the homespun tree. Cannot scrape the banquette into the baby swing. Blue leaves.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Neck Neck Press

My neck is so stuck & doesn't want to turn to the right! I must have been dreaming of giraffes last night.

I made two pumpkin pies today. I overcame my fear of the blender, which was an integral part of the pie process. I can wash the blender when it's in the sink, but I really don't like to use it: it sounds like the world is collapsing into shredded newspaper & sleet & demented goats. Is this like how dogs fear vacuum cleaners? I am a dog? Are you a vacuum?

Tonight I'm going to make dinner & then watch as many movies as I can. I just spelled movies as "moovies."

Monday, December 12, 2011

Ooompa Pa Pa Press

Saw this:

I got 10 hours of sleep last night & I feel like I can feel.

Have you watched the new Marcel the Shell video?:

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Airport Press

Who will continue the bleached rhythm of sand? Who will impeach the lighthouse? And if I sink my lilac imitation in night's wool to vase grief? Call. No, call. Moss traps in a necklace clicking at the gate. Flashlight. Canteen. Instructions for temperature. Who will incline the lemon shore?


Heading back to Denver tomorrow. Cindy King is driving me to LaGuardia & Sommer Browning is picking me up at DIA so what could be better than that? All I have to do is depart & arrive. Please.

Friday, December 9, 2011

A Schooner Loose on the Eyelid Shedding Iambs Press

Who will skip over radio regret on the crumbling wave? Slinking mischief cracks open an egg or loosens the pine cone. Wrapping-paper grip? A leveled statue releases.


After 2 weeks of not having a charger for my computer, I finally bought one on Amazon!

And that's today's update!


I am hanging out with, oh my, NON-poets tonight, so I can't go to this, but YOU should:

Jerome Rothenberg @ 80: A Celebration
Friday, December 9, at 6:00pm
ELEBASH RECITAL HALL at the Graduate Center
The City University of New York
365 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan
Fully Accessible. Free and open to the public.

I will be roaming the streets with ol' college friends.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Dismantle Dismal Press

Farrah, Jared, Justin Marks, & I hit up galleries in Chelsea yesterday & I saw:
1. the Walton Ford show
2. late paintings of Joan Mitchel
3. Sugimoto
4. Neo Rauch
5. Mark Rydner


For example, Walton Ford:

You could buy this collection (and I've seen it in person and the book is quite elephantine) for only 44 dollars:

If you buy this book for a friend that friend will love you 4eva.

Also, for example, Neo Rauch:

Strange strange strange

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Wetlook Press

Ok, where would you rather stay?

A tree house hotel?

Or an ice hotel?

Actually, I think I'd rather just camp on the beach and then live in a tree house permanently. Oh yes.


I thought I would not like this sculpture exhibit but then found it very pleasing. Carsten Höller:

The yellow walrus guy is my favorite.

Gross Marine Press

Will someone string the cold lights through the tulips? Will someone close grief's atlas & ship the salt to bookend the night? Will someone briefly touch my shoulder while I sleep? Moat, moat, moat. My arm like a drawbridge lowers to the grasses, an unstamped postcard, slight glances through curt branches, grey trousers, the hand-drawn airplane. Addresses. I pack myself with milkweed & thistle. Season of what?


I'm briefly in NY. Which means, a whirlwind of MOMA, the New Museum, McNally Jackson, and The Strand.

One of my favorite journals, GlitterPony, has a new issue up, starring these fine reindeer:
Alina Gregorian, Andrew Morgan, Ben Mirov, Billy Cancel, Bruce Covey, Cynthia Arrieu-King, Daniela Olszewska, Dara Wier, Dot Devota, Elizabeth Witte, Emily Pettit, Guy Pettit, Heather Christle, Lyndsey Cohen, Maia Elgin, Matt L. Rohrer, Matthew Mahaney, Megan Leonard, Mike Young, Ryan Eckes, Sampson Starkweather, Seth Parker, Travis Macdonald.

For example, a poem by Dot Devota:

And The Girls Worried Terribly


Splendid the time that laid eggs in our nest!

Bending to worship the self in thin winds. At the end of the stick

the disease of numb tongues

and yet, it was the end of the stick. I have only one lung.

Give me the others, each exhalation hell reaping the benefits.

And in the wrong poem is death, from which the beginning

is a frail dessert. Bees as lively as champagne bubbling from our flutes!

I leave the table and dig a circular grave beneath the peach tree,

then dig more circular graves the size of peaches

for the fruit that doesn’t get picked to fall in.

Children holler at us, the flowers are blooming!

chained pets leaning into the sun. The child I give birth to

otherwise inappropriate in the presence of the dead,

cauldron simmering our egos

breaking the skin of the porridge

and disappearing to speak of courage,

rescuing all future inadequacies.

Prying the eye apart, I begin

with the wrong poem—we toast,

To death!

For example, poem by Guy Pettit:

My Life's Work

You think

I’ll talk to just anyone

It’s amazing

How beautiful

The man in the tree


His open hands

He cleans up

He’ll nod


That’s what I like

Why I’ll talk to anyone

About the president.

Or more likely

I’ll make them talk

About the president

With someone else.

I want to hold the hand of modesty.

I want to hold the hand of modesty

But I don’t and I deny myself

The strange

Ancient carriage


Loss of memory

Behind the

Beauty of trees

Always yelling

I always yell at you

I want to stop

And yelling always

To another planet.

And I am alarmed.

Believe me because I am.

If you find an egg in the air

That is my alarm.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Punish Press

I watched a bad romcom and consequently I'm being punished because I've had this song stuck in my head for days. DAYS, I tell you:

Good thing songs like this also exist:


I am heading to Northampton tomorrow. Are you there? Are you parting your hair? If so, let's fucking rage. You know?

Monday, November 28, 2011

Shiny Golden Shine Bone Press


On Saturday, I'll be apart of this Awesome:
December 3rd, 7pm: WWFLI Presents: jubilat 20 Release Party. Featuring readings by Ewa Chrusciel, Julia Cohen, Ben Fama, Peter Gizzi, Rachel B. Glaser, James Tate, Paige Taggart, & Dara Wier. There will be a raffle that we hope you help us with!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Jagaur Average Press

Jaguar Average
(for Zach & Mathias)

there is a loose tangerine jaguar flinging itself against
a tough year, remind me
of spinsters engulfed in a jungle, slapping again.
A belief reviewed into dust or: rivered prize morbid opening
already dead. Inside the pets
our pets tablecloths catch
mustard & hearts. How long does it take
to get to new Orleans how long is the jump rope hissing
back to me. Taken. Taken. Immediately logic has no
place in us solicitors
in the soldiers holding pages of matter divorced from projects.
For weapons. In a way I am discrete in another way nothing
discrete can be placed infinitely. Inverted, I miss toughness
in the year of the hammer. Regrets heave through summer
like the jaguar
average. Handy fireplace I lit with the dead I bought
this man a figure of a cloud. Pets shame
the form we mess up.
It depends. On the reminder. Where it started I would
like soldiers in jaguar, mouths speculate this loose man.
I would love to so invite me.
I’m going to read from my mother, she is a world when I am
small or when the phone rings into years. Don’t you ever ever. Yell.
Face again. Karate jaguar. I don’t want it to arrive
in pieces or like a shriveled thumb.
My face is pornography, an infinite number of trees.
Real loud taken. Close to a starting point. I’m giving up
arm wrestling because I want to hold the page.
I want to depend on instinct but it’s the year
of the cerebellum & we all know the body
has to wait in the pool. The preventative aspirin.
What do I do? I sleep in the fireplace like wax.

by Jennifer Denrow & me, written right now. You can add on in the comments box. Yes, it's friday and we're sitting around writing poems and shuffling tarot cards.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Grief Comb Press

Not to be bossy or anything...but I do hope you buy this book:
PANIC ATTACK, USA. by Nate Slawson.
A whole lot of info and kind words are available at the book's website:


While you're at it:

Fewer & Further Press is pleased to announce the publication of Asterisk 10, featuring collaborative poems by Greg Fuchs and Jason Morris. Copies of Asterisk 10 can be purchased for $3.50, postpaid:

Please visit the Fewer & Further Press site for details: Payments can be made through the site with Paypal. If you would like to pay by check, my address:

Jess Mynes
121 Lockes Village Rd
Wendell, MA 01379

And now that you have his personal mailing address, I hope you send him gifts. Like frozen raspberries and lemongrass.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Mommy Qualm Press

This is happening next month. Get ready:

Tuesday, December 13, 2011, 6:30 pm
Annual Belladonna* Benefit Performance and Live Auction

Location: Hi Art! 227 West 29th Street, 4th Floor (between 7th & 8th) New York, NY 10001

The evening will showcase a performance by Anne Waldman and Ambrose Bye, live auction by renowned auctioneer Erin Ward of Star Benefit Auctions with special assistant Amy King, a silent auction, and a dance performance by the A.O. Movement Collective.

The auction and benefit will support Belladonna*s 2012 season of publications and events, which share a theme of caring for the material realities of poets, viewing a publishing project holistically. We're referring to 2012 as The Year of Material Lives, and we plan to host combination readings/dinners with ample time set aside to discuss the economic and social concerns of writers, artists, publishers, and other creators. In addition to continuing our commemorative chaplet series, we hope to publish five full-length books of hybrid and experimental work in the coming year including new work by Julie Patton, LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs, and Tonya Foster.


And, right now, new issue of H_NGM_N:

Carrie Olivia Adams • Bryan Beck • Erica Bernheim • Jackie Clark • Smarie Clay • Kate Colby * Ryan Collins • Christy Crutchfield • Daniel D’Angelo • Carolina Ebeid • Jennifer H. Fortin • Joanne Hart * Matt Hart • Anne Cecelia Holmes • P.J. Horoszko • Gina Keicher • Ben Kopel • Kristin Marie Kostick * Travis Kurowski • Travis Macdonald • Gina Myers • Alexis Orgera • Kiki Petrosino • Eléna Rivera * M. Bartley Seigel • Natalie Shapero • Amanda Smeltz • Nick Sturm • Aaron Tieger • Gale Marie Thompson* Andrew James Weatherhead • Laurie Saurborn Young • Mike Young


This weekend I'm going to Portland for the first time ever. Buckle up.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Air Is Filled The Air Is Filled Press

I have a lyric essay and a poem in the new issue of DIAGRAM. I hope you fall in love with the issue:

It's up at Here's what you'll find:

TEXT and multimedia by: Mary Buchinger, Susan Briante, Joseph Chapman, Julia Cohen, Jamison Crabtree, Jonathan Dubow, Phil Estes, Devin Gribbons, Christopher Janke, Melissa Jones, Eric Kocher, Eric LeMay, B. J. Love, Sarah Fawn Montgomery, Luke Reid, Christina Stoddard, and Christian TeBordo.


I hope the issue will make you feel like this:

This is my new favorite painting.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Skin Graft Press

This was the despicable game I played in the car the other day. It's so wrong, it must be right. Right? Right? See if you can guess the game by the answers:

Slut Dakota



An incredible Bad Shadow is lined up for your pleasure. Poetry! Non-fiction! Non-proetry! All of it!

Featuring Eleni Sikelianos, Carmen Gimenez-Smith, Evan Lavander-Smith & Megan Nix.

THIS Saturday:
November 5 · 7:00pm - 10:00pm
Lost Lake Lounge, Denver

Evan Lavender-Smith is the author of From Old Notebooks and Avatar.

Megan Nix directs the young writers program at Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver. She received her MFA from the University of Alaska. Her work has appeared in The Iowa Review, Fourth Genre: Explorations in Nonfiction, Shadowbox Magazine and elsewhere. She sometimes updates this site with new thoughts:

Carmen Giménez Smith is the author of a memoir, Bring Down the Little Birds (University of Arizona, 2010), three poetry collections—Goodbye, Flicker (University of Massachusetts, 2012), The City She Was (Center for Literary Publishing, 2011) and Odalisque in Pieces (University of Arizona, 2009)—and three poetry chapbooks—Reason's Monster (Dusie Kollectiv, 2011), Can We Talk Here (Belladonna Books, 2011) and Glitch (Dusie Kollectiv, 2009). She has also co-edited a fiction anthology, My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me (Penguin, 2010). She is the recipient of a 2011 American Book Award, the 2011 Juniper Prize for Poetry, and a 2011-2012 fellowship in creative nonfiction from the Howard Foundation. Formerly a Teaching-Writing Fellow at the Iowa Writers' Workshop, she now teaches in the creative writing programs at New Mexico State University and Ashland University, while serving as the editor-in-chief of the literary journal Puerto del Sol and the publisher of Noemi Press. She lives with her husband, the writer Evan Lavender-Smith, and their two children in Las Cruces, New Mexico.

Eleni's bio to come. But seriously, you should know her work.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Hermano Press

Dude, my younger brother looks cool on his motorcycle:

Monday, October 24, 2011

Like, I Get How Good Ham Tastes Press


Photos of my favorite person in the world under the age of 5. (Sticker-poem by Lisa Ciccarello):

Photos of awesome poets/writers in NY:

Men who write & also wear similar shirts out in public & laugh about it:
Paige Taggart:
Ben Fama & Lisa Ciccarello gaze at Paige Taggart's jewelry:
Sampson Starkweather:

Photos of awesome poets/writers in Denver:
Sommer Browning reads:
Sara Marshal reads:
Nick Demske reads:

J. Michael Martinez & Lisa Ciccarello climb rocks:
Molly Gaudry reads:
Dan Beachy- Quick reads:
Mathias catches me taking a photo:
Eric Baus reads:

Derick Mund introduces while looking flippant:
some audience:
Roger Green performs:
A. Minetta Gould reads: