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