Soundtrack: Now Playing: “Art School Girl” – Stone Temple Pilots There’s something both oddly sacred and super casual about the phrase “Let’s grab coffee soon and talk about your work.” It floats around workshops, readings, literary events, DMs—spoken with the breezy warmth of “let’s catch up sometime” and the casual optimism of people who mightContinue reading “Waiting on Coffee: A Comic, Could be a Whole Series”
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Came for the Shoes, Left with the Wood(wind)
Yesterday I had lunch with my brother and our mutual friend, Amy. Amy and I have developed a post-lunch tradition: thrift shopping. Yesterday’s outing was, naturally, a delight to Word Raccoon. The silver shoes (pictured below and on my feet today faster than Dorothy’s ruby slippers) were actually snagged on a second trip—because when IContinue reading “Came for the Shoes, Left with the Wood(wind)”
Everything Is Tuberculosis (And Other Things I Fear, Too, But Call Me, John)
A totally nonscientific, fear-based trip through tuberculosis, as taken by one anxious, poem-hoarding Word Raccoon. NOT LISTENING TO:This playlist John Green posted once: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/37i9dQZF1E4EHcWZKczEPM?si=KrVm99kNQwCXfakPA6EFFw ALSO NOT LISTENING TO: The Mountain Goats – Sunset Tree Now Playing: Toys in the Attic, Aerosmith. (For now. Nope, can’t land on anything today. Oh well…) I tried setting theContinue reading “Everything Is Tuberculosis (And Other Things I Fear, Too, But Call Me, John)”
CLEAR BAG POLICY IN EFFECT
Here. Try this. It’ll hurt a little, but god, it’ll taste like something you almost remember. Busking from the Busted Poetry Machine Bunker —”Over It” Edition: Cold, Whatever Now Playing:“Let’s Tattoo the Moon” – from the unreleased Post-Apocalyptic Seance Mixtape by DJ Word Raccoon Even if he lands, we’ll just bleed together/ maybe we canContinue reading “CLEAR BAG POLICY IN EFFECT”
My Cathedral’s Ready—Want to See the Stained Glass?
So yeah, I had a blog post all ready yesterday (okay, mostly ready). Fine. I was working on it. And then I checked my inbox.NBD, just a chapbook competition closing—LAST NIGHT. I know how premature this might sound, entering a contest mid-fever dream and new to poetry, but this cold has had me underground withContinue reading “My Cathedral’s Ready—Want to See the Stained Glass?”
It doesn’t have to be pretty, Precious, if it sings
I know it’s April, not October, Herbert, but if I want to give jagged lipstick vibes on my own damn blog, I will! (What — it’s May? Damn.) The last years we lived in the Nashville area, we lived in Willamson County. There’s this cool town there called Leiper’s Fork. We DID NOT have Leiper’sContinue reading “It doesn’t have to be pretty, Precious, if it sings”
Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn
Fight me in the Waffle House Parking LotAt Dawn Take out your onion ringsAnd hand them to your bestie Exceptno onion rings here You can’t handleThe RoofWrapped in paper napkins Shadow boxFour roundsOr line dance your wayBack to town Go inside,Pick a spotAt the counterAnd performAmericana Norman RockwellWill see you now Psst…I kinda like thisContinue reading “Fight me in the Waffle House Parking Lot At Dawn”
Control: The Language
I’ve had Billy Joel’s “A Matter of Trust” on repeat this morning—not quietly, I might add. The music kept the blaze alive while I finished the poem that jolted me awake—which, naturally, sparked another poem.How do you poets hold hot coals to your chests? Holy guava dip!I’ve no idea what to do with one exceptContinue reading “Control: The Language”
Busted Poetry Vending Machine: First Drop, No Refunds
Outdoor writing season has officially begun!To celebrate, I wore a fun hat.When did I stop wearing hats regularly? I don’t know—but I’m bringing them back with a vengeance. I’m doing other things I’ve been meaning to do as well. Like write poetry. In fact, I’m finally starting an occasional series called Busted Poetry Vending Machine, rightContinue reading “Busted Poetry Vending Machine: First Drop, No Refunds”
In The Shadow of Rainbows: A Collection of Songs of Presence by Selma Martin
Dear Readers, Today I am so honored to share an interview with a great friend of this blog and a woman whose poetry I admire very much. Her collection, In the Shadow of Rainbows, has been out for a few months now, and I’m sorry to have waited so long to tell you about it.Continue reading “In The Shadow of Rainbows: A Collection of Songs of Presence by Selma Martin”
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