Punked Again

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'd like something like this, but with light-up animatronic Yodas, birds and mushrooms instead of the baby Jesus. 

I'd like something like this, but with light-up animatronic Yodas, birds and mushrooms instead of the baby Jesus. 

The Memoir Sees Sunshine

[Gulp] Here's an excerpt from the memoir I've been working on! First time it's ever seen sunlight or felt the caress of strangers' eyes! Thanks again, The Inquisitive Eater and Laura Cronk, for having me.

Poet of the Month: 'Culinary Memoirs of a Non-Chef,' by Jennifer L. Knox

"What are you writing these days?" my old friend asks, not looking up from her 12 dollar taco. We have not seen each other in years, only emailing occasionally to vent. In my case: about work. Sometimes I swear I'm going to have a heart attack, there's so much work to do, but the older I get, the more work I create for myself.

"Woodpecker, er, flicker, er, Bobby" up at Inquisitive Eater

The third installment for my Poet of the Month gig at The Inquisitive Eater from The New School. This one's for you, Big Bobby Bergland! Thanks again for having me, Laura Cronk!

Poet of the Month: 'The Visitors,' by Jennifer L. Knox

Jen, come look at this. What is that? A woodpecker. That thing's huge-like a raccoon! Why's it on the ground? Grubs. What is it with the grubs? * So that bird we saw this morning was really a northern flicker. How'd you find out? I Google-imaged "woodpeckers." Flickers are in the woodpecker family.

A new poem in The Journal

Poetry

100! after Josef Albers I am trying to convey the big emotions-ecstasy, doom. I am looking at neither the wall nor the red bowl awash with intention, crushed berries, euphoria, that plush stain. It is a meditation. Color shakes itself from the canvas, the canvas from its wooden frame.

I love The Journal, and I'm so happy this poem found in its new issue. It was inspired by this episode of Criminal: A Podcast

Because I am an Inquisitive Eater...

I'm honored to be the Poet of the Month at The Inquisitive EaterThe 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!

Poet of the Month: 'Field Guide Acknowledgements,' by Jennifer L. Knox

Some plants' names just came to me like that! Even in Latin: "Worry Wartius!" You're getting smarter, I assured myself in the hotel pool. I was proud of myself: it's hard to swim and think at the same time. But soon other names stopped sticking to the chalkboard.

MYCO-WOW

The Red Lady of El Mirón. Died: about 18,700 years ago. Found in her teeth: mushroom spores.

The Red Lady of El Mirón. Died: about 18,700 years ago. Found in her teeth: mushroom spores.

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! 

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I'm NOT Talking About Poetry with Kyle Flak at Maudlin House

This was harder than Billy on the Street, and I couldn't get my buzzer to work. Thanks for having me on anyway, Kyle Flak! Keep asking the tough questions!

POETS NOT TALKING ABOUT POETRY: JENNIFER L KNOX

JENNIFER L KNOX is the author of DAYS OF SHAME AND FAILURE (Bloof Books, 2015), THE MYSTERY OF THE HIDDEN DRIVEWAY (Bloof Books, 2010), DRUNK BY NOON (Bloof Books, 2007), and A GRINGO LIKE ME (Bloof Books, 2005). * GUESS HOW MANY POTATOES ARE IN THAT OLD BURLAP SACK OUT IN FRONT OF MY UNCLE BOB'S BROKEN TAN VAN?

"Crushing It" in OLM

I'm honored to be included in the new issue of Open Letters Monthly! This diddy is the title poem of my new book. Thanks for having me, Maureen Thorson!

Crushing It | Open Letters Monthly - an Arts and Literature Review

I don't wanna brag but I'm pretty sure I got the highest score ever on the ADHD test. The best part was when Mike asked me to juggle a hatchet, a balloon full of pudding, and a hamster and I was all, "Hold my beer, Mike!" Hokay... I tanked it.

"The New Let's Make a Deal" gets a close read by Adam Sol on How a Poem Moves!

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.

https://howapoemmoves.wordpress.com/2017/08/03/jennifer-l-knox-the-new-lets-make-a-deal/

Three poems up at Typo Mag

Check 'em owt! And check owt this lineup!

BRIANNA ALBERS
ELOISA AMEZCUA
ZOHAR ATKINS
BECCA BARNISKIS
ROSEBUD BEN-ONI
CHRISTOPHER BLACKMAN
EMILY CARR
LIGHTSEY DARST
ADAM DAY
KATHERINE FACTOR
CONNOR FISHER
KATE GREENSTREET
RICHIE HOFMANN
JENNIFER L. KNOX
CHRISTOPHER KONDRICH
NATHAN LIPPS
RAYMOND MCDANIEL
SARA MUMOLO
ERIC PANKEY
ALLAN PETERSON
THIBAULT RAOULT
F. DANIEL RZICZNEK
KENT SHAW
ADAM STRAUSS
TERRELL JAMAL TERRY
JOANNA C. VALENTE

Thanks, Adam Clay, for running such a hot shop!

A New Poem up at Plume!

I love Plume, and Daniel lawless, who is an amazing, tireless advocate for poetry. We're lucky to have him and Plume.

It's Not Your Fault

It's Not Your Fault The brass lamp in your window, warm honey heat humming in the frozen prairie February dawn when everything's a stone of cold, may have yoo-hooed at the hobo teetering on his tattooed lip of murder, but it didn't open the door. It's a lamp. It's handless.

"Our Friends Above the Equator" is up at Berfrois!

Lovely Russell Bennetts at Berfrois has posted my crazy (technically challenged) video and the parodic poem that inspired it because he is a champion.

"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.

Jennifer L. Knox reads 'Our Friends above the Equator' - Berfrois

With their dazzling colors and virtuosic range of calls, it's no wonder tits have been the subject of the world's greatest art, music, and literature. But aside from their beauty, their bold curiosity, and comically destructive behavior, what do we really know about tits?

"Charlie Vestal's Memorial Service"

A poem of mine's up in Tupelo Quarterly's latest issue, TQ12. I wrote it after attending the memorial service of a much beloved Ames local, Charlie Vestal, who I never met.

Charlie Vestal's Memorial Service by Jennifer L. Knox

You'd show up in pajama pants and slippers to dig ditches for the old boy at the mic. He knew you'd always be an hour late, he says, and then you'd have to go get breakfast which took another hour, then another hour to eat it. Laughter.