I have a new poem in The Paris-American called He Who Is Good With Swords! Check it out and let me know what you think!
Here is a poem of mine that was taken at NPS this year. Its in the voice of a serial killer, Gordon Northcott. I wrote it because it was a story that I didn’t understand, but one I couldn’t shake from myself. I wanted to write this poem to try and take a look at the darker side of humanity a bit more, to try and stare something I found fearful (but is ever present in our society) in the face.
Here is a new poem of mine, from the perspective of a Jellyfish, in Drunken Boat. Click here!
5 poems of mine were just accepted into Radius Magazine! The poems are called “Dry,” “An Ode to Granny Panties,” “An Ode to the Brazilian Wax,” “For Jonylah Watkins” and “Red.”
Please let me know what you think!
I wrote this poem over the summer when I was unemployed, broke and struggling to make it work as an artist. I’m really honored that it was published in one of my favorite online magazines, Word Riot. Check it out Here.
Recently I gave a poem-talk at the Nantucket Project, a really brilliant organization that gathers some of the most innovative and interesting thinkers on diverse topics ranging from politics, to art, to business and environmentalism. Here is the talk that I gave below. Please check it out and let me know what you all think!
I just got back from the University of Wisconsin in Madison, where I had an amazing time with their First Wave program. We talked a lot about strategies about writing about traumatic events that have happened in your life. One of the main things that I think is really freeing in writing about trauma is being able to be self reflective through writing, and then being able to create a certain amount of distance between yourself and what you are writing. One of the best ways of doing that is through elements of humor, self-mockery, or personification.
Here is the writing prompt that we did:
1. Make a list of your weaknesses. Make a list of your strengths
2. Make a list of animals, be as descriptive as you possibly can be.
3. Assign each animal a furniture. Describe the furniture object, giving it animal descriptions.
6. Your planet has been moved to Mars. Make it evolve due to environment. Assign it a new trait that it needs in order to survive. What does it look like now?
7. Assign your animal to one of your weaknesses.
8. Read The Hindsight Octopus by Franny Choi:
9. Write your own poem personifying your weakness as an animal, building off the furniture or Mars descriptors.
Hey all! It’s been a long time since I’ve given you a prompt, so I wanted to put one up here. I read this book a while ago and loved it so much. I decided to base this prompt off the first poem in this book, because I loved it so much. If you don’t have this book, you should buy it- its a must read.
1. Make a list of the things that have been split from you. the things that you have had to cut away or disregard because of outside pressure.
2. Pick two of these events and locate them. Write a few words/ ideas on each one of them, trying to aim for situating the texture of each event. What did the place feel like? Smell like? Taste like? Bring us there.
3. Make another short list: What are time in your life that have demanded your whole self be present? Why? When were times that you decided to make space for your whole self?
4. Read Nikky Finney’s poem Errand Girl
5. Write for 10 minutes: What does it feel like, to be deboned? To be split from the rest of yourself?
6. Now, write for another 10 minutes: Reclaim yourself. Go back into those places of split and demand the whole of you back. What does that feel like?
A couple of months ago I wrote a poem for Jonylah Watkins, a 6-month old baby who was shot and murdered in Chicago while her father was changing her diaper. I read about the story while I was on tour in New York and just felt completely stunned- how could that happen anywhere in the world? Do we value life so little that our society can barely blink when a child is murdered in cold blood?
Button Poetry, an amazing spoken word poetry organization, recorded me performing this poem at Rustbelt. I’m putting it up here for you all to watch: