Blade in the hand. “No” on the tongue.
It’s not the vengeance—though that too is sweet,
an overripe peach dribble down the chin—
not catharsis violet and cream
nor anything else Clytemnestra taught us
eat hearts in the marketplace, girl
see how it soothes you.
It does not.
Photo by Gabriel Meinert on Unsplash.
Pleased to be featured in the inaugural issue of bloodbathhate! “A love letter from Charybdis” (mine), appears about halfway down the page, so be sure to check out all the stellar work before and after. “The last supper at a strip club” by LE Francis and “the cynic’s love song to indifference” by Phoenix Tesni. Lots of talent showcased here, worth a quick scroll.
Read Issue 1 of bloodbathhate here.
Art also from this issue of bloodbathhate by Chloe Coblentz.
Can’t stop, won’t stop. Latest work out is in Black Moon Magazine, a deep dark mag dedicated to the experimental and experiential. I can’t say it better than the editors, who write of their mission, “art should transcend the limitations of the surface and carry purpose”. A lofty goal, and one delivered on in this collection of stirring fiction, poetry, art, and prose. Check out the full issue for free online here, or peruse the Black Moon further.
My work appears on page 10, I guess. Check out “Cumulonimbus; Or the High Plains”.
We ran aground
while the watch stood, sailors sang cerulean
dusk heavy, shore unseen.
Mist ate up sand, sea
wave-roar mute against plank, caulk
painted gaze straining, sails empty as the night ahead.
We met the rocks with a crack, whine, splinter
hull parted like driftwood on coral: Rotten
long before the mast split.
Photo by Andreas Psaltis on Unsplash.
Aaaand we’re back, with a “a BAM and POW! that makes the pages turn at lightspeed”, according to the fine folks at 86 Logic. I’m super excited about this particular journal, and not just because, well, I got a thing in it. 86 Logic is a journal dedicated to the work of artists in the service industry, whether past, present, or (presumably) future. For every poet who’s dreamed lyrical limericks over a mountain of dishes, or novelist who’s written a book about the inner life they imagined for That One Customer: This one’s for us.
Seriously, it’s a really cool thing they’re doing over there. Go check it out.
My work’s in Issue 7. Read Behind Burning Glass here.
Pleased and so honored to share that my recent work “The Hunt” appears in the Winter/Spring 2022 issue of Gris-Gris! This is such a powerful issue, with stirring contributions like “Famuli after Sappho” by Ann Huang, “IS HOW, THE SAILBOATS” by K.B. Pitzer, and so many more. Don’t miss the chance to page through and take a journey into the strange and Southern world of this year’s Gris-Gris journal.
Read “The Hunt” here.
Lament for the Marketer
(With apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien. See also: Lament for the Rohirrim.)
Where now the MQLs and the SQLs? Where is the ad that was running?
Where is the backlink and the keyword, and the bright CTA converting?
Where is the brand in the market, and the USP differentiating?
Where is the CPL and the CPC and the go-to-market strategizing?
They have passed like leads into Salesforce, like Slacks into threads;
The emails have gone down in the inbox, behind the spam, into shadow.
Who shall gather the clicks of the email nurture running,
Or behold the flowing prospects from the CRM returning?
Photo by Adilet Asilbekov on Unsplash.
What’s dark, twisted, and just a little bit rotten and wretched under the bark? A poetry ‘zine around the theme of the coven, of course. In this release from Mausoleum Press, dive into the black, bitter, hearts of women and witches, and see what’s growing under last-year’s varnish. Lots of great work in here; don’t miss “Fragments; November”, by Aishwarya Khale, and “Stray V” by Kerry Trautman. My piece “Every morning, my stillbirth” closes out this collection on page 23.
Check it out!
Back at it again this season with my first flash fiction pub, “The Damascus Burger”. Check out this quest for the Right and Correct midnight snack over at On the Run. This mag is awesome and publishes great contemporary flash every week. Check it out if you get the chance!
Read “The Damascus Burger”.
What is lovely has left us:
No harbinger, no dove’s entrails,
no smoke sign at dawn.
What is lovely has left us,
silent, sightless, slipped away
quick and tender-footed.
We count them, nameless,
golden stones on an abacus,
tallying what has gone.
Photo by Jose Llamas on Unsplash.