Two more of my poems have been added to the Academy of American Poets database. I'm deeply honored be in such esteemed company.
Last night, I asked Collin to see his holiday light sketchbook, where he's supposedly been keeping detailed ideas for potential displays all year. I bought some metallic star stickers to mark the designs I approved. It was my idea for him to maintain the sketchbook, and—if I do say so myself—an excellent one. Well, I'm sure you can guess what happened. Every page was blank. Fifth year in a row. So I guess it's back to a strobe light on the lawn and an airhorn hooked up to a motion detector. Like we're friggin' animals.
I'm honored to be the Poet of the Month at The Inquisitive Eater, The New School's food mag. The first piece up is a love poem to my get-er-done man. They'll be posting other food/environmental poems, as well as an excerpt from the culinary memoir I've been working on (!) Thanks so much, Laura Cronk, for thinking of me!
Our weekend at the Mycelium Mysteries Women's Mushroom Retreat was MIND BLOWING. And not because we ate the magic kind. Thank you, Midwest Women's Herbal Conference, for cultivating this incredible network of goddesses, mycophiles, healers, teachers, and learners.
Below is the list of spices we used. I'll be posting my shitake soup recipes here soon!
Thank you for the deep, thoughtful read, Adam Sol. I've been a big fan of How A Poem Moves since the start of the project and am so honored to be included. It was indeed Typhoon Haiyan that's referred to in the poem. In an earlier draft, it was named. Except for the internal voices, the poem's a report of what I saw on TV while I was waiting for an allergy shot.
Check 'em owt! And check owt this lineup!
JENNIFER L. KNOX
F. DANIEL RZICZNEK
TERRELL JAMAL TERRY
JOANNA C. VALENTE
Thanks, Adam Clay, for running such a hot shop!
than finding a copy of American Poetry Review in the mailbox that has your name in the TOC is findinga copy of American Poetry Review with your name in the TOC AND your buddy, Ada Limón's, name on the cover! #grateful #honored
"This film poem was inspired by a trip to the dentist office after watching a documentary about New Zealand birds. As I sat there with the nitrous oxide mask on my face, I recalled the incredulity of the documentary’s speaker—“Can a bird really be that smart?” I laughed out loud. Of course, it can! My brain said, “That’s like asking if tits are smart.” The poem grew from there. I was inspired to turn it into a film by long-time friend and poet Nicole Santalucia's original artwork" which is all about animals with tits!
Hail, nitrous! Maybe NSFW if your work hates tits.
David Attenborough, this is for you.
Thanks, Nicole Santalucia, for all the tits.