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Romance

My new poem Romance can be found in the charity anthology Essential from UWA. Scroll down to read it, and then please consider picking up a copy to support independent bookstores, an essential part of our communities, for $10 on Amazon.

Written by 55 creatives during the covid-19 pandemic, this anthology of poetry and micro fiction was created to raise money for independent bookstores during the economic crisis caused by the novel virus. It includes the work of writers from around the world that range in experience from one poet’s first time publication, to a poet laureate’s latest.  Every bit of it has been deemed essential.

Wordlights Poetry Hour

Poems from my book, With Only Which She Could Carry, will be shared on Wordlights Hour, a weekly segment of Shady Pines Media Radio.

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The radio show may be listened to on www.shadypinesradio.com/radio every Saturday from 6 to 7PM PST.

After my contribution airs, I will update this post with a direct link of the show. For now, follow them on Facebook and tune in weekly to enjoy.

Full Show:

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Perhaps That’s Been the Story of Life

just as I will miss the full spectrum of sunset shades
when the leaves return to the trees,
which I can see now only so far and bright
laying a creamsicle calm over the city
because the branches bare
because the winter persists
just as I will try,
on summer evenings to find a better view
at a head tilt or upon a stool
until autumn wind clears sight lines once again
the fever runs its course on my body.
and I sweat and swear and struggle
not to check the news over and over
I wonder if the squirrels curse the branches
for getting thick with sap and overcrowding
their hand woven nests with complete disregard
I wonder if they struggle with the same upset
knowing bushy tailed or disheveled
they can’t change a thing

With Only Which She Could Carry: a poetry collection

My new book is now on sale! Here’s the scoop—it’s $12.99 and you can buy it wherever you prefer to buy books. 

Please consider asking a book shop in your area to order the book for you; by ordering through a brick and mortar, you help keep them in business and bookstores in our communities. Also, when you shop at an independently-owned business, your entire community benefits: Spend $100 local and $68 of that stays in your community. Spend the same $100 at a national chain, and your community only sees $43.

Use IndieBound to locate an independent bookstore near you. Or, you can order through them to ship right to your house.

If you must though, it can be purchased from Bezos or B&N. And I’ll only guilt trip you a little bit. And make it slightly less convenient by not linking to it in this post.

Click the image below to purchase! http://www.WithOnlyWhichSheCouldCarry.com/buy

Grand prize winner of the 2019 UWA book contest, With Only Which She Could Carry is a collection of poems chronicling transient characters trying to establish lives in multiple spaces at the same time, existing everywhere and nowhere at once. The author invites you to read, consider, and imagine a life lived out of terminals, stations, and the ether. Consider the motions of a life pressed through these turnstiles and what shapes might be formed of you from it. Consider what you might take and leave behind.

Whether it’s how the higher education system has left the entertainer disillusioned on the path to self discovery, or the way wonders of the unknown ripple through the wayfarer in solitude, the stories woven between these poems share a heart. A nuanced look at life in limbo.

 

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Underground Writers Association is an indie non-profit dedicated to making big splashes and bringing bold book projects into the literary world. 

 

X Days Since the Gym Membership Lapsed

how much is in a number is an aggrandized revelation, it’s something but it’s not much.
to sit with that number imagined as weights,
each day a disc sliding off the end of the bar that’s slipped from the rack and pinned you,
slowly relieving the pressure on your chest with each calendar tick,
there’s another injury to be made in fighting that bar off, better to sit and rest
and say nothing when there’s nothing productive or positive to be said.
an action taken to hide deceit is louder than crashing barbells anyway.
weightlifting is one thing, animosity is another.

how much is in a number is not nearly as much the second go around either, despite face value,
maybe that’s what’s made easier this recovery period,
a callus is formed to protect the body from the next drop and
my skin is already pretty thick but anyone who’s split a callus knows
it still stings.
it’s worse when you trusted the spotter to have your back,
but it’s nothing special to be another statistic
for everyone in these Nikes to be the routine problem
seems like a revelation of a common denominator, I’d suppose that’s something.

I have practiced strict discipline to not look toward that gymnasium since the new year’s start,
an opposite to the standard resolution. Though it feels quite resolved to me.