Reading Next Week at Brooklyn Public Library and DIY Chapbook


I am happy to be reading next Wednesday, May 11 at 7.30pm at the Brooklyn Public Library for Brooklyn Arts Press.  I will be reading with many of my BAP peers.  It should be a good time.  Here is the link to the Facebook event.

Also, last month I participated in a DIY Chapbook Challenge.


This is my little guy, titled 9-5.  You can read it here if you are so inclined.  It isn’t very long at all.

It’s been a weird week this week. Aside from the grey looming over NYC there is a general pervasive sense of doubt, wondering if anything that we do or plan to do is right.  I have no answer for this, obviously. But this song soothes me, so I guess I’ll have to take what I can get.

Poetry Crush

While it is still February, I should tell you that friend and poet J. Hope Stein put together a three volume issue of Poetry Crush in honor of Valentine’s Day.  A poem of mine appears in Volume 3 but check out Volume 1 and Volume 2 also! Thanks Jen!

In other news, Some Rain Must Fall: My Struggle Book 5 comes out in March. Even though the end of book four made me feel uncomfortable, I am still a devotee. How could I not be?

“That’s how I experience life, as an ocean of quotidian existence in which meaning is diffuse and difficult to grasp, and then comes death with its unprecedented concentration of meaning, or else love or birth.”

Karl Ove Knausgarrd

Burden of Proof

Burden of Proof

Rain makes events
When you travel
Situationally you are further
or are Occam’s Razor
The assumption that makes the most sense
at the time
Accounting for a variation of time
When what suits you changes

Avoidance a poor technique
For something to continue living
The consequences of decision
It isn’t me or you
It is an impatient personification
of the letters before us

Just a simple orange scarf
or passive aggressive emails
Gifts you have no memory of receiving
A song the man can’t help but sing
outside the train
Or French women who stand unknowingly
too close
The cliche spectacle
of the rain

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.