cruising yo

this.

"The whole ‘online literary scene’ is something that I’ve always found wearisome, I’m afraid, and I know that’s a very unpopular view that puts me firmly in the minority. Frankly speaking, for all that people inside the bubble of the ‘lit scene’ talk about how supportive it is, I just see writers endlessly back-slapping and telling each other how great they are, how important they are, how the community is the be all and end all. I fully appreciate that I may well be alone in this viewpoint, but writing is a solitary activity most of the time and I tend to think that’s how it should remain." - Vaughan Simons, editor of > kill author

maybe mama's just a misanthrope. maybe mama just wants to sit under the alabamaz sun with the sweats making their slow way down her halter dress, rivulets slowly meandering down breasts, down thighs, behind knees, as she sips some jug whiskeys. maybe.

poemz up & mama in luv

RED FEZ

oh yes.

mama hearts them truly, yo. & mama's in love with the world or at least a lamppost or some alfalfa or gins or something...

mama's manifesto

mama always giggles & hiccups & ends up with cava up her nose.

cava's like champagne but cheaper, kiddies, for those of you who don't know....

here is mama's new manifesto (p.s. subject to change alwaysalways):




this is mama's shortcomings potpie



this is your misgivings cigar, & mama's arms
all meaty again & the dough ain't flakey
no more, yo. there's a rifle somewhere behind
the apron. mama's teeth've gone all bucky
& she spits out retainers like bullets. she spits
out children like Hi-C; she spits & don't swallow; she
spits & she's eighty & rocking a heroin haze, says,
come here, grandchilluns. that's the future you see
when you flick your zippo, after you cut the tip
off. mama's all about tips & heads & phalli;
she knows what they're for & it's no fairy
tale oven push. she takes it all in. she reads
the newspapers sometimes. she still bakes &
there's ash all over & a wolf & a big cheesy grin.





yours,
mama

no more virginal audio mama

Anomalous Press was kind enough to print some of mama's poems & Anomalous Press does the audio poem thing so you can listen to mama read some of her poems after drinking the moonshines after sitting on the porch with her shotgun; her calloused feet soaking in a moonshine bath. you can't hear mama call for her eldest Dewey Dell to bring mama more moonshines & you can't hear the dogs snarling at the postman.

here is i hope you get ugly and die

here is i am hopscotch with hop

here is it is after all only a folding

& one of these titles is true true true...

yours all warm & tingly,
mama

mama's book trailer sucks

mama needs yr help!

this is mama's book trailer:



it is too quirky. it is not dark enough. it doesn't capture the essence of Homegirl! the only good things are cousin allen's cameo (yes!) & his cinematography...


here is a good book trailer (for an awesome book you all should read soonsoon):




here is another good book trailer:




mama doesn't know if she's allowed to do this... mama doesn't know if this is a cop-out, but mama was thinking that maybe she could crowdsource her book trailer (& look at mama using the fancy techno-geek lingo, yo, all from her porch under the alabama sun; mama wipes that sun glare off her laptop with moonshines, yo)...

READERS OF HOMEGIRL!

if you feel like it, send mama your interpretations
send scenes, send a whole fucking trailer if you want...
mama'll watch them all/mama might them mash up
you will have mama's undying luvs
you will win 1 milli-second of fame as mama'll list your name in the credits

send your Homegirl! video clips to collinsry4@yahoo.com
be sure to include your postal address (real one cos a certain combat-boot wearing poet's sent mama a fake address 2 xs now) so mama can send you good stuffs

if mama uses your clip, mama'll send you a signed copy of her book & a personalized gift (maybe one of mama's boot flasks, maybe the stencil for her tattoo, maybe her heart in a box, who knows what mama'll do...)

big loves,
mama

mama's dating tips #1

mama's thinking about going on the okcupids... would it be weird if mama's handle was bigbertha? & if you don't know that's a reference from Rhys' Wide Sargasso Sea get off your computer & go read some real books, son!

(mama is all about the self-deprecations but not the self-defecations, yo.)

mama has been thinking about this dating thing recently. i've been re-examinings the interactions between the peeps who wants to get it on, especially vis a vis mama & the peeps she's done. i've been wondering why it's so hard to find someone you want to fuck three xs a day for a longlong time?

if you have the same question, perhaps mama's tips can help you... perhaps you should read mama's tips & then do the exact opposite of all of them

EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE:

1. if you are thinking about doing the kissykiss liplocked tonguey wormcave biteybite thing with someone be sure to ask him or her or them if they have ever touched, fondled, petted, kissed, tongued, or eaten an ARMADILLO. this is not a euphemism to find out if they are a virgin (who the fuck cares about that besides whiteboys who don't like vaginas cos they are actually repressing homoerotic desires). the armadillo is never an euphemism, yo. 20% of armadillos in the US carry leprosy. you, as a human being who thinks you are so fucking great cos you can walk upright & know the ironic difference between Pabst & Hamm's, can contract motherfucking leprosy from touching or eating an armadillo. you can then spread your leprosy through your saliva.

that's right kiddies, through the salivas. that wet shit that gets exchanged through the face to face thing unless you are sweet unicornrepressedhipster butterfly kissing.

#1 question to ask now after lastcall, for reals...


yours in luv,
mama


hold yer hands in hallelujah/ mama's gonna give it to ya...