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)”
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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”
Authorial Consent (Well, Someone Hit Send)
Caption: (I didn’t say how many centuries ago I built it.) I think I’m almost over this inconvenient little cold that hijacked my week. I always get the crankiest right before I get better, and right now? I’m irritable. So here I am—me and Billy Joel again—trying to outwrite it. Unexpected upside of this quarantine-of-one?Continue reading “Authorial Consent (Well, Someone Hit Send)”
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”
Hooray for Writing Retreats
For the past four years, Barry and I have taken an annual winter writing retreat. It helps us reconnect with our writing projects—and with each other. We’ve come to really look forward to these. This year, we chose a cute boutique hotel near the Indiana Dunes, one of our favorite places, though we usually visitContinue reading “Hooray for Writing Retreats”
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”
Adventures in Chaotic Home Improvement
This is the story of how my accidental writing hiatus turned into an accidental home improvement extravaganza. But first, a couple of pieces of great news. One, Southern-Fried Woolf is a Semi-Finalist (to date) in Literary Fiction, The Best of Indie, 12th Annual Kindle Book Awards. Huzzah! The second is something I’ve been waiting forContinue reading “Adventures in Chaotic Home Improvement”
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