Better

Proving that online journals have advantages beyond  low budgets and broad accessibility, Better mag includes video and audio of all the poetry it publishes. So check me out in their fifth issue reading a couple of poems (The old ghost of the ghost-place, Ring ring, and The result of staying in the land you come from). Friends have dubbed it both “intimate” and “awkward.”

While you’re there, maybe say what up to Betsy Wheeler or Sam Cha.

H_NGM_N

Five (count ‘em) new poems of mine appeared in H_NGM_N 16, including The naturalist, one of my personal favorites, in which I ask:

“Who told the monarchs to migrate?
Not me I was with the desert wind
Telling it to blow”

Not to mention Also, thank you, in which I talk to my food, saying:

“Congratulations
and it says
Congratulations for what”

New poems new places

How exciting for bird lovers! My poem “The birds on the streets in the trees” is in the new (as in just launched yesterday) issue of Sixth Finch. Along with another poem, “An economy,” which is about gear–not birding gear exactly, but close. It’s also about being polite. Also at the Finch, you’ll find poems by Mike Young, Martin Rock, and others, along with some cool art. And when I say cool, I mean cool.

And, in case you hadn’t had the chance, yet, to pick up a copy of everyone’s favorite tall literary magazine, I also have a new poem (“The box”) in Conduit #21, “Bodies in Motion.” And it also features naked pictures of athletes, plus poems by Noah Gershman, Ben Kopel, and Amanda Nadelberg, which are kind of the same thing. Not that the poems are the same as each other–that they’re all similar to naked athletes. In the way where you just want to keep looking at them.

notnostrums

You guys, life seems a little intense lately. It’s been a really busy few months–finishing the thesis, its defense and submission, picking out a law school, the magazine, lots of travel, the Juniper Institute–and on Sunday, just as the Juniper Festival and its attendant amazing readings and (ahem) amazing parties was coming to a close, I had what I’d like to call a David-goes-to-the-dentist moment, if I may. “IS THIS FOREVER???”

The thing is that whenever a larger force is acting upon your emotions (e.g. hormones, or some fast-approaching deadline) it really helps to recognize that. It gets easier to deal with those emotions, somehow, once you’ve diagnosed them.

I find that I usually make said diagnosis just a little late. So Sunday afternoon (we don’t have to go into what happened Saturday night), I answered my own question. NO, IT’S NOT FOREVER! I realized I was actually graduating. God, when I graduated from college, I cried for a month. (Happy tears.) At some level, of course, I knew that my time here was coming to an end–Ben and I have begun the apartment hunt in New York–but now I understand the emotional Technicolor I’m experiencing.

Into said emotional technicolor comes notnostrum’s review of THE TIDE.

I read it and I thought, these guys are such good readers. And what a rare skill that is. And I felt so grateful for the community of which I’ve been privileged to be part over these last three years. And I thought, I am so, so glad that the Pioneer Valley isn’t very far from New York.

Your to-do list

Excuse me while I clear my throat. Obviously I’m a bit rusty. Sorry for the long silence.

I break it with two bits of news!

First, for those of you in the Pioneer Valley–I’ll be reading at Live Lit on Friday night. And I’m delighted to be reading with Christy Crutchfield, Katie Hoffman, and Gustavo Llarull. It’s at 8 pm, at Amherst Books as usual. Come, and be delighted!

Second, for those of you on the internet. There is a prize to be won, a prize-winning prize. You’re witty. Visit this delightful blog, write some witty captions, and if you win (over the forces of darkness), they will send you a copy of Jedediah Berry’s THE INSTRUCTION MANUAL. You lucky god, you.