crones & manic pixie dream girl hearts

Okay, mama's little chickadees... it's been a long time & mama skipped checking in all summer cos the porch's just too sweet & the whiskey mash too strong & some summer days mama sits in the bathtub gins all day long

mama's been busy. of course. just like you all. just like the scurrying ants of capitalism's busy system. & now summer's gone. the northern winds blew in & started rattling the trees, blew mama's sweater coat from under the eaves, blew mama's bunny heart back into her ribs that cage it there where it beats & thumps & wants out & wants to fuck all the other bunnies all around who are still hopping free unencumbered

but it's fall & time for bunnyhearts to slow down, to take stock, to count their bunnyblessings or some shit, to den and warren, to fluff and buffer against the cold

& winter, my dears, will be a time for writing.

this morning mama woke up in mama's mama's bed & had an idea

this morning mama woke up with a new story.

mama's new story is going to interrogate love and control. what happens when you get old & you still want to fuck but you're a woman and this new story's gonna use fairy tale tropes and motifs and camp those motherfuckers up because it is in/through these old stories that the way's paved/potholed/bulldozed for new stories

mama talks a little about fairy tales in this interview i did this summer with the good bunnyhearted people from Beecher's Magazine

mama was still soaking in the bathtub gin-sins even then

poetelgrams

THE POETS ARE COMING TO MILWAUKEE APRIL 25TH.

GET READY, MILTOWN!

Telegram!

i have been writing about empire

i have not been having capitalist nightmares where i
work and work and work and work and work and work
and work and work and work and work and work and work
and work and work and work and work and work and write

and my writing is not work

it is my work but it is not work

it is not $$, but it is dirty like $$
& you can run your hands all over it
& snort blow through it, if you really want

why is mama talking about $$?

cos mama needs YOU to donate to Tupelo Press in her name

not for love of empire, not for love of $$, not for love of glory, but for love of art & books

the 30/30 Project

mama has been writing a poem a day!!!!!

Dudeyourbookissosexygoodithurtsinthebestway

here are some phenomenal words about mama's chapbook, i am hopscotch wout hop, from a phenomenal writer/artist/ and all around awesomest human being, Elly Finzer:

"I read a lot of poetry and I've never seen/heard a voice like yours. You're magic dipped in inky tar blown through bubble wands and the words, they coat you in a reasonable facsimile of jarring contentment."

Here is a pic of the awesome Elly (soon PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD) with many beautiful Kleft Jaw books in her hands (because literature, because ART CAN CHANGE THE WORLD; that's not some bullshit treacle saying some Victorian embroidered on a pillow once that is the REAL SHIT that shows up distilled in mash and siphoned into moonshine jugs and it is not koolaid and MAMA IS DRINKING IT UP & SO SHOULD YOU):

there are parts of me all over

mama wants to thank Kleft Jaw for publishing the 2nd edition of i am hopscotch w/out hop . the cover is beautiful. the inside is full of the words mama would use to woo you.

i also want to thank The Heavy Contortionists for publishing three (3!!) excerpts from mama's graphic novel in progress (the gnip-gnop). there is mac n' cheese, badminton, death metal, and iceland all around us

& thank you to littletell - a spanking new magazine! - for publishing a poem from my rapunzel collection

thank you to Marathon Literary Review for publishing one of mama's many poems to banksy

please support the literary worlds.

the worlds of literature revolving through cosmos as mama sits on the porch & rocks & sweats & moonshines

mama thinks of you in the literatures. in the pages.

mama thinks of how she'd like to read your skin again...

mama thinks, we'll always have rampions

mama thinks, mwah

One more day...

TOMORROW

One more day to sponsor mama for the Woodland Pattern Poetry Marathon! If you pledge $35 or more, I will send you a copy of my latest chapbook, i amhopscotch without hop. not only that, but i'll write you your very poem on the inside of the back cover... because mama loves you

Here is the link.

if you do sponsor mama, even for 5 bones, even for a dollar, even for a shilling, even for one pence, mama will say of you: 

You’re over the rim of the world; you are the rim of the world; you are Chatterly, & you are the gardener & you are the molecules between their kiss

HAPPY 2015

So, yeah

We meet again all neo-noirish in the back of an alley while a chiaroscuro of shadows plays craps on your neckbones

We meet again all alabamian on my front porch with the sunshines & the moonshine jugs

it's been so long that all the moonshine is gone

mama'll hafta offer you cava in jamjars

here are the mama things of 2014:

1. I AM HOPSCOTCH WITHOUT HOP 

this is mama's book of love poetry masquerading as break-up poems. please check it out. support mama. support the small presses! mama'll send you all the sugary love clouds to your next picnics

2. mama is currently at work on a graphic novel. mama has found an artist to collab with! mama is trying not to pee herself with excitement cos these are the fancy sex-making drawers she's got on


3. major upheavals in mama's private life. there is no more boo. mama needs to get her mojo back cos sex on the reg is like white bread and baloney sandwiches for lunch. squishy, predictable, faintly nauseating, and feety-smelling.


4. mama's working on expanding her post-apocalyptic chapbook, The way the sky was now into a book-length collection


FOR 2015:

ALL THE LOVE-SYRUP SOAKED CLOUDS WILL FOLLOW ALL YOU GOOD PEEPS & THE RAIN WILL SMELL LIKE COTTON CANDY & HONEYBEES WILL NUZZLE POEMS IN YOUR HAIR


plus, mama promises either to be a better blogger or to get a webpage (& keep it current)