Today, Finery published a poem from s/m BROS, a collaborative project with Alyse Knorr investigating gender and sexuality in the Super Mario Brothers universe(s). “Business Confessions of Fire Flower” is one of those poems that surprises me each time I read it. How did my brain do that? I don’t remember. Check out the poem here.
I was in the middle of the woods in the middle of Virginia when this issue launched last week, but I’m excited that Alyse Knorr and I have had the first publication of our s/m BROS project. We’re pretty excited by these poems, and we’re pretty excited to appear in Cloud Rodeo 5 alongside Michelle Dove, Sara Nicholson, Abraham Smith, Mathias Svalina, Talat Darvinoğlu, and Russell Jaffe. So, read forth in this issue for Super Mario, vices, returning to a meadow, elsewhere…
I’m really excited to have a poem in the latest issue of Stone Highway Review (Issue 3.3). Stone Highway is one of the first markets I ever wanted to have work in, as they started up and caught my eye right when I was starting to think about sending out work near the end of my MFA. Stone Highway is an imprint of the wonderful Sundress Publications. My poem “To the tune of waste” is in this issue; it is one of the first poems I wrote toward my chapbook manuscript Imaginary Kansas. I’m also thrilled to share journal space with the incredible Kirsten Clodfelter!
You can purchase the print issue or download a pdf here.
Margaret Bashaar, founder and editor of Hyacinth Girl Press, is playing emperor and sending thirty-two chapbook manuscripts into the Chapbook Thunderdome to battle for publication. Thirty-two will enter; four will leave victorious.
I think this is really great. What a way to handle a great submission pool! The competition will be interactive online, and HGP will even produce a mini-anthology of the thirty-two finalists, Poetry from Beyond the Thunderdome, after a suggestion from Thunderdome poet Allie Marini Batts.
I’m competing with my chapbook manuscript Traveling, a book of prose sequences from my full-length manuscript Theater of Parts.
There will be brackets on Facebook weekly for folks to play along. A Hyacinth Girl Press subscription is being raffled off among those who fill out brackets!
Thanks to Thunderdome poet T.A. Noonan for this image:
When I was sixteen, I identified as a cactus. Last year, I found a journal that does, too. I found Cactus Heart through Lambda Literary, and I developed quite a crush on them. I’m pleased to have a poem from my Imaginary Kansas chapbook, “Paper house,” in Issue 8. This is an e-issue, available for $5.00 here.
This month sees the rebirth of OCHO as A Journal of Queer Arts. I’m particularly thrilled to share pages with Valerie Wetlaufer and Alyse Knorr. I have three poems in this issue, two of which are brand new, and one of which has been looking for a home for some time.
Here’s the process statement I sent them: “These poems are outside of any of my main projects, but they are related to a chapbook I’m working on called Imaginary Kansas—an obsession on beloveds made distant by geography, identity anxiety, and a general culture of refusal. “If Odetta” is the oldest poem here, and it predates the Imaginary Kansas manuscript but shares its subject matter. “Nantucket” and “And then” are new poems, and it is interesting to me how the three of them form a narrative. A sad narrative, perhaps, but definitely one of borrowing from other sources, from imagination, from memory.”
Here’s some audio:
The Inner Loop is a new reading series that I am unabashedly thrilled about. I recently watched an episode of some house show where a woman who really, really wanted to buy a historical farmhouse left presents on the porch each morning: home-canned jam, vase of fresh-cut flowers, platter of scones. I was sort of like this with The Inner Loop, but with tweets and emailed sweet nothings about how glad I was that they decided to exist.
Despite all that, I’ll be reading there on May 13! This is their second event after an awesome debut last month. I’m performing a feat of genre switching (which just comes down to naming) and reading as a fiction writer. Sweet. I’ll read some flash fiction prose poem things.
Interested in reading for this great new series? Submit some work for a five-minute feature to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014, 7:30 p.m. at:
The Madhatter in Dupont
1319 CONNECTICUT AVE NW,
WASHINGTON DC 20036
Here’s the full line-up:
Diana Smith Bolton
Temenos put out a call for submissions a while back that included a special print issue themed on obsession. So, I sent the creepiest poems from Imaginary Kansas. They chose two for the Fall 2013 online issue, which is now live. I’ve read through the poetry section so far, and I particularly enjoy the two poems from Detroit-based poet Sonya Pouncy. “Seedbed” is really compelling in its content, voice, and form. Yes, in everything, and how the parts work together. Head on over to read them and to read my two little shorts: “I am always seeing people” and “On some days not in Kansas.”
In bursts. With other people. Of character. In my body.
I’m a fiber artist. I sew plushies and crochet and embroider and needle felt and just about anything else. In 2012, after we graduated, Susan Falcon suggested I sew plushies as gifts for my committee. First, I sewed a Milquetoast for Michael as a going-away present. I made it in the style of Charlie Chaplin’s Little Tramp, the major subject of Michael’s work. And when I gave it to Michael, this little felt Milquetoast had a life. Milquetoast in Michael’s hands. Milquetoast in a Crepe Myrtle. I wrote three poems that day. And since sewing five more Milquetoasts (which I still have because Introversion), I’ve been planning to sew the rest of the characters in Theater of Parts. I have a sketchbook full of plans for plushies and embroidery hoops. Now that I’m working on the book again, I plan to sew these this summer. As soon as this semester ends, in fact. Sewing is meditative, and so is revision. So each of these characters (and their conflicts) will get some time and intention, and then I will finally figure out who gets to be satisfied, and who remains frustrated. And it will be freaking cool to have them there with me when I write.