Ferrante Fever

Yes, I hold that male colonization of our imaginations—a calamity while ever we were unable to give shape to our difference—is, today, a strength. We know everything about the male symbol system; they, for the most part, know nothing about ours, above all about how it has been restructured by the blows the world has dealt us. What’s more, they are not even curious, indeed they recognize us only from within their system.

Elena Ferrante

Confrontation with My Own Innocence

“Poetry  aims for an economy of truth–loose and useless words must be discarded, and I found that these loose and useless words were not separate from loose and useless thoughts.  Poetry was not simply the transcriptions of notions–beautiful writing rarely is.  I wanted to learn to write, which was ultimately, still, as my mother had taught me, a confrontation with my own innocence, my own rationalizations.  Poetry was the processing of my thoughts until the slag of justification fell away and I was left with the cold steel truths of life.”

Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me

Reading this Friday in Philly!


I am reading this Friday for Bloof Books as part of the Philalalia Book Fair.  If you happen to be in or around Philly, come say hi.

Otherwise, things around here have been quiet. It’s that feeling of not knowing what is supposed to come next. It’s that feeling of needing to keep moving forward anyway.

Oh, but I have been reading Elena Ferrante’s Neopolitian Novels.  I just started the fourth and final book in the series yesterday. I am sort of obsessed.  In a way it reminds me of when I read Doris Lessing’s The Golden Notebook, the way it felt like a fever as I moved through the book, transposing my existence with the text, uncertain which one was more real.

How isolated the woman’s mind is, how it is so hard to remember to pay attention to one another, to alleviate each others’ inherent loneliness. As I get older I am ever more grateful for the women in my life.  I don’t know who I would be without them.


Catching Up/ Summer Doldrums

It’s been a while since I’ve updated here.  I don’t know why. It feels like I’ve had nothing but time, just a giant empty nothingness of time. I guess that’s why I haven’t updated…but things have happened! I read at Popsickle at the end of June and again at the Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island in July, which is always a fun time.


I keep busy, publishing Songs of the Week, etc.  Things happen.  Time passes.

And yet, the summer doldrums.


Reading Tonight at Molasses Books and Saturday at Popsickle

Short notice here, but I am reading at Molasses Books tonight with Joshua Ware, Jeff Alessandrelli, Trey Moody, and Amy Lawless. Big thanks to Jeff for asking me to read.  Information for the reading can be found here. The reading starts around 7.30pm.  Then I have to hightail it out of there to make it in time for the Heartless Bastards show at Webster Hall.  Busy night.

Also, this Saturday I am reading at Popsickle.  Facebook invite here. I’m reading at around 5pm.

I think that’s it for now!

Head Over Heels and Poem in Cross Review


I don’t always find things on the internet anymore that really bowl me over.  It’s hard to remain sensitive to all the content out there when I sit here day in and day out and (un)consciously absorb a great deal of it, both interesting and not. But I think the stop motion animated short Head Over Heels is worthy of a pause.  It’s a beautiful and metaphorical depiction of a marriage and, to me, shows how we can still just go on living singularly even while co-habituating.   And I think it makes the point that while it may be sometimes functional to do so that couples must find ways (and comprises) to continue making connections. Anyway, watch it here. So tender.

Also, I have a poem in the latest issue of Cross Review. You can read it here.