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Book review: Birnam Wood

But. I’m kind of floored by the plot twists I didn’t see coming and the random couplings that pant in and out of this novel. I want to say that Eleanor Catton is a genius but that word has almost thoroughly lost its meaning. I mean, it’s applied to the most hideous of songsmiths imaginable. Let me just make a list of what she does flawlessly in this book:

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promptapalooza

some prompts for your pleasure Should you be experiencing some fizzy joy as I have been, cherished reader, that has ideas jostling each other in your head and your wrist aching from transcribing missives from the grooviest muse, you can skip this post. Otherwise, I’ve added some delightful prompts to shake free your fruitful work […]

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Writing workshop etiquette

Do your fucking homework -your mom Writers are notoriously creative. When we get together and talk about writing, the extroverts among us wax poetic—the introverts (if given a chance, and enough pauses by the chatty extroverts) often have great ideas about improving and augmenting a text in workshop. But more loquacious workshoppers and their quieter […]

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Which witch are you?

What the Dead Say: A memoir of life after death Excerpt: Paranormal circus Before I could stop myself I said, “Ha! Paranormal circus for you, huh?” to the owner, as she was checking my daughter out. “What?” “No one has said anything about the guy in the back?  He doesn’t bug you?” “What guy?” I’d flustered […]

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Blown away

I’m never getting over it. I’m never going to heal. The number of family members who supported the evil president and the way we shied away from talking about it. For me, it was like endless, internal bleeding. I kept loving them and I hated them for it. I have so much fucking white privilege […]

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Live on earth

Pronounce the title as “live–on earth– LIE-V” A concert for the end of the world. The King of Lies conducts. A volcano choice to erupt against them, the OTHER the ones who will not see it the way they should. Channy sees her feet on soil as a prayer on earth, for earth, pulling from […]

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COVID-19 poem

82,404 The latest count of infected here on this land of plenty Times two—one hundred sixty-four, eight hundred and eight.  This many lungs pulling fur in the sac instead of air, we pant for hours, we gulp in infected skies The rest of us hold our breath—the spores in the air in  flown sputum from careless […]

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The problem with Christmas

The problem with Christmas is: The two sides of my personality are arrayed against one another in hand-to-hand, bloody red and money-green-colored combat. On one hand, I revel in movies about sorority houses being invaded by murderous Santas– Krampus is my spirit animal of the season, not Rudolph. On the other hand, I am recording […]

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ArtPop 2019: October 19

Please join me on October 19 as costumed revelers in our very own, gritty, grimy rock n’ roll circus. Based on my chapbook of the same name, Rock and Roll Hootchy Koo follows a young artist as her lives intersect with the songs of rock-poets like Lorde, Jim Morrison, Morrissey, Leonard Cohen, PJ Harvey, Bjork, […]

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The Memory in Memoir

Why isn’t the ambient sound of each echoing soul okay on its own? The answer is—it absolutely is—but it gets less interesting unless the meaning of the sound is coordinated and organized into a “song”—a coherent narrative of art, creativity harnessed, into something the rest of us can absorb.

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Fallow Times

Reviews of the weather, books and other distractions Winter feels interminable this year. When doesn’t it? AI generated art by me, above. I’ve allowed myself to be a reader, not a reviser. My memoir is languishing, jostling the bits and bytes in my Macbook, sending up summer popsicle smells and unease. Mispellings in my emails […]

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Assless chaps

Letter to my son: What do you hear when you hear the music that changed my life? There was an alcove between the restrooms at a bar called Dizzy Duncan’s in the Morris County Mall. In the alcove, an old cigarette machine squatted mellowly in the thin golden light spilling out of the bar. Adjacent, […]

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