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)
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