Come see RJ Ingram, Mary Cisper, Norma Cole, Candy Shue, Cassandra Dallett and Julia Vinograd on November 25th at The Sports Basement in SF!
Norma Cole’s books Win These Posters and Other Unrelated Prizes Inside and To Be at Music are available from Omnidawn. RJ Ingram is Omnidawn’s social media editor.
See you there!
Get ready, everyone, for The Dollhouse Reading Series #28. And make sure you RSVP!
RJ, Michael, and Brenda!
Brenda is so internet-famous among poets & dancers.
Our sixth chapbook finalist is CAITLIN SCARANO, for her manuscript, And Death Was Belittled. Check out and share a poem from the manuscript, above!
Caitlin Scarano is originally from southern Virginia but now lives in interior Alaska, where she is a poet in the University of Alaska Fairbanks MFA program and the editor-in-chief of Permafrost.
Yay for Caitlin & her chapbook manuscript And Death Was Belittled for being a finalist in this year’s Exploding Pinecone Chapbook Contest!
chris emslie: selfie at 15th & mcfarland
Whoever said direct
sunlight was flattering
or coined the term
never saw you
in 90% humidity
your ugly red limbs
offered freely & in song
Tell me again
how you love
lifting their shirts
to wipe the glitter
off their faces
If a chaste life
means going barefoot
across the wet tar
keep on talking about love
the way an ocean talks
rj equality: bathroom selfie at twenty-three
Daedalus combs the bay
for the shape of his dead son
he finds a wooden hand
grasping a sand dollar
I am his monster
Monsanto with my fingers
in everyone’s drinks at the party
I cruise the back of the bar
for someone we might know
or someone to fuck us
the bathroom lights wave to us
our fingers on the shutters
I am the rip in the skies
the day Daedalus returned to the lathe
[ / … … … … ]
How can I write poetry? my father loves me
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH (sonnet) REFRAIN
M. A. Vizsolyi’s THE LAP WITH WINGS (Harper Perennial, National Poetry Series)
I love this book. I read these sonnets as literary tattoos, not on the skin, but rather on the intimate encounters we have on a daily basis. In short, Vizsolyi’s appreciation to communicate passion & desire drives the poems from a local to a collection universal meditations. The poem below exemplifies Vizsolyi’s ability to contort language through the image, blurring the lines between rhetoric & what happens.
[i imagine the knocking of your hooves]
i imagine the knocking of your hooves
heavy keeping the clouds because
it got warm all of a sudden six birds
all at once crashing into the side of
the shed i was frightened they flew back
into the air & all at once again into
the side of the shed you sat in wearing
furry slippers & they were just sparrows i
said to myself & let it all happen i had to
keep you there so i could tell you
about the cat with a wooden leg who
ran out of the house to save
your life the seventh knock on
the wall was hers the dead are not lonely
Write a small dramatic monologue like Vizsolyi’s & try not to differentiate between the interlocutors & what happens in the poem. For an extra challenge, embrace these constraints:
only use the word “you” once in the first six lines
only use the word “i” once in the last five lines
include a reference to a dream, a primary number, a species of bird, & the phrase “so i could tell you”
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH (SONNET) REPRISE
I’m spending August reading, writing, & talking about sonnets. I’ll be keeping track of favorite sonnets & trying to make up writing exercises based on them. Follow me on tumblr/facebook/twitter for details. Feel free to email me favorite sonnets or writing suggestions at email@example.com.