In One, an online journal published by Jacar Press
My homage to the people who show up for open mic. Not just the performers, but the audience too.
In Triggerfish Critical Review, Fall 2018
With original music by my friend Doc Hutchings, one of many treasures I’ve found at open mic
Whatever you’ve lost, it’s only as far away as your memory.
If you grew up in Oklahoma or a similar landscape, you know that what is made visible by the flatness of that landscape can take your breath. Just like good sex.
“I’m an old tart and you come late and I have loyalties scattered over the landscape like lots I bought and pay taxes on still…”
~Marge Piercy, The Inquisition.
In Redheaded Stepchild, a home for rejected poems
As a mind imprinted in childhood by life in a landlocked state, the ocean has never struck me as anything all that great.
The landscape of Oklahoma (where I grew up) and the weather that often rolls in fast and loud make a handy metaphor for many things.
“…this girl, who is to my knowledge very unpleasant and we might even say a high-grade bitch, can write rings around all of us who consider ourselves as writers.”
In Connotation Press, an online artifact
“Part of the mythos of the Chosen One…is that they must be alone.”
~Aliette de Bodard
…and we both knew what that meant.
When my 17-year-old cat died, I knew that the world did not need—well, not from me at least—another cat poem. So I didn’t write one.
A duet with my erstwhile open mic co-host, Benjamin Molini, who travels light.
In Rat’s Ass Review, an online journal that publishes what it likes. You know what they don’t give.