Lately I've been busy rushing to finish a project before the end of my semester. The project isn't ready to be released on the web, so here's an unrelated poem that I jotted in the margins of my notes this week:
Chime-in
Chimera chimed in
chilling in no more
than a chimere.
The children sent
its chimerical chimes
up the chimney.
Chin up, chilly chimera
chin up, it tried.
Updates on upcoming publications soon to come!
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Bruised Peach Press
I had the good fortune to have my haiku published with Bruised Peach Press. You can check out their newsletters as well as my work here
Monday, October 10, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Ghost Town
I am very grateful to have two of my poems published in Ghost Town, a magazine published by California State University San Bernardino. The edition features Bob Hicok as well as many other great poets and writers. Please check it out, you can order copies here.
My poems included are "Avalanche" and "At the Crosswalk: a Car and a Man" dedicated to my grandfather (Funny Grandpa) who passed a little under a year ago. Here is another poem that I wrote about him at the time:
Birthday Parties
Funny Grandpa is the type of person
Who won’t show up at the park for his own
Birthday party, even though it is his favorite
Place to stroll with a book on Sundays
He does not want you to go out of your way
For his sake, surely you have better things to do
Than swing a bat at a piñata and eat cake
With chili peppers for candles
Instead he sits at home petting his pit bull
Ashing pages of poetry, probably contemplating
How people do not exist when they are out of sight
How parties dissipate when he does not arrive
The first time he forgot to call and cancel, my aunt cried
She is crying now though absence is common on occasions
Still we all sit here in the shady trees eating carnitas tacos
Toasting to that Funny Grandpa with homemade jamaica
My poems included are "Avalanche" and "At the Crosswalk: a Car and a Man" dedicated to my grandfather (Funny Grandpa) who passed a little under a year ago. Here is another poem that I wrote about him at the time:
Birthday Parties
Funny Grandpa is the type of person
Who won’t show up at the park for his own
Birthday party, even though it is his favorite
Place to stroll with a book on Sundays
He does not want you to go out of your way
For his sake, surely you have better things to do
Than swing a bat at a piñata and eat cake
With chili peppers for candles
Instead he sits at home petting his pit bull
Ashing pages of poetry, probably contemplating
How people do not exist when they are out of sight
How parties dissipate when he does not arrive
The first time he forgot to call and cancel, my aunt cried
She is crying now though absence is common on occasions
Still we all sit here in the shady trees eating carnitas tacos
Toasting to that Funny Grandpa with homemade jamaica
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
His Secret Garden
Please check out Compass Rose's blog. My poem "His Secret Garden" is an editors' choice this week, which you can read here: http://compassroseonline.wordpress.com/
Thursday, July 14, 2011
The Marvelous & Ovum Leathers (two small poems)
The Marvelous
Elevators Hum
Moths Revalue
Heart Volumes
Earth Volumes
Mahouts Revel
Amulets Hover
Ovum Leathers
Mauve Holster
Helmet Savour
Several Mouth
Mouths Reveal
Volute Harems
Stem Overhaul
Elevators Hum
Moths Revalue
Heart Volumes
Earth Volumes
Mahouts Revel
Amulets Hover
Ovum Leathers
Mauve Holster
Helmet Savour
Several Mouth
Mouths Reveal
Volute Harems
Stem Overhaul
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The House Appeared to be Virgin
The house appeared to be virgin,
but we knew otherwise.
When the builders slept
she left herself spread open
When she exposed her framing
we carved our names in her wood
When they gave her tiles
we lay on top of her and counted stars
When the walls became solid
we kissed in her corners and shadows
When the locks were installed
the first couple moved in,
and we walked past with our hands clasped.
(Published by Produce Literary Magazine)
but we knew otherwise.
When the builders slept
she left herself spread open
When she exposed her framing
we carved our names in her wood
When they gave her tiles
we lay on top of her and counted stars
When the walls became solid
we kissed in her corners and shadows
When the locks were installed
the first couple moved in,
and we walked past with our hands clasped.
(Published by Produce Literary Magazine)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Ethernity + Etsy craft party = Poem Collage
Ethernity Card
Just open...
Flip the top page to the right
And close!
The other night I was lucky enough to go to the Etsy Craft Party, where they had music, drinks, silkscreening, letter press, a photo booth, and free giveaways! So these photos are the results of that party. The background is the bag that we silkscreened (side note, while I was at the Renegade Craft Fair I bumped into the silkscreen designer, Virginia!) and the card is the letterpress print that we did. The collage images that you see were taken from the coupons and giveaways that they handed out at the Etsy event such as Craft-In (ed. Kathleen McCafferty). The poem and the sailboat, I cut and organized, but I should give the real credit to Christian Bok for the inspiration. Below are my/Bok's words on Ethernity:
Ethernity
interzones
describe, existence
a man has lost
his tuning fork
a fiat lux ex nihilo
reality built
out of thought alone
navigators make land
not find it, provide it
a Wunderkammern Wonderland
a body becoming a book
a papyrus cadaver
an unscroll
a musical score
a superman
an absurd vessel
a sieve of words
…perfect nonsense
hyperbolic exactitude
suggests a drive through
elastic crystal skin
exponents in a vacuum
the surface of a leaf
exploded transparency
the truth exists undeniably
in error in ur in
faith in swerve
Just open...
Flip the top page to the right
And close!
The other night I was lucky enough to go to the Etsy Craft Party, where they had music, drinks, silkscreening, letter press, a photo booth, and free giveaways! So these photos are the results of that party. The background is the bag that we silkscreened (side note, while I was at the Renegade Craft Fair I bumped into the silkscreen designer, Virginia!) and the card is the letterpress print that we did. The collage images that you see were taken from the coupons and giveaways that they handed out at the Etsy event such as Craft-In (ed. Kathleen McCafferty). The poem and the sailboat, I cut and organized, but I should give the real credit to Christian Bok for the inspiration. Below are my/Bok's words on Ethernity:
Ethernity
interzones
describe, existence
a man has lost
his tuning fork
a fiat lux ex nihilo
reality built
out of thought alone
navigators make land
not find it, provide it
a Wunderkammern Wonderland
a body becoming a book
a papyrus cadaver
an unscroll
a musical score
a superman
an absurd vessel
a sieve of words
…perfect nonsense
hyperbolic exactitude
suggests a drive through
elastic crystal skin
exponents in a vacuum
the surface of a leaf
exploded transparency
the truth exists undeniably
in error in ur in
faith in swerve
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