Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

History In The Making

Today. Obama. Vote!



free Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream if you do/ free Starbucks coffee if you/ you exercising your freedom if you do/

Monday, November 3, 2008

Awe & then some

Monday, monday... for some of us, yet another work week. How about a little company? I know just the thing! I'm the featured poet this week at No Tell Motel so you'll have a poem a day just waiting for the warmth of your eyes. Click here.

Still hungry? Really? That's okay, how about feasting on the new issue of Fou! Insatiable? Cool, no problem. How about a little Turntable + Blue Light.

Right, now you want dessert too, you got it. Spoon away at Spooky Boyfriend.

Now you want visuals? You want to sit back & be entertained? Goodreads & Coldfront Magazine aren't enough? How about Cutbank reviews? Still you want more? How about the Home Review of Books? Or watch two of the editors Julia & Mathias read here!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Peptic Robot Press Interview



My forthcoming chapbook, State(s) of Flux is a collaboration with the artist, Joseph Lappie. Peptic Robot Press is Joseph's one-person publishing press which focuses on art books, so it's a distinct pleasure to have Joseph designing, laying-out, creating, and illustrating the book. Here's an interview with Joseph.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

[state of emergency]


To honor movement in crescendos of text, combing through ashes
for fragments of human bone, studying maps drawn for the absurdity
of navigation-- what may be so edgy about this state of emergency
is my lack of apology for what I am bound to do. For instance, if I
dream the wetness of your mouth an oyster my tongue searches for
the taste of ocean, if I crave the secret corners of your city on another
continent, then it is only because I continue to harbor the swirls of
galaxies in the musculature and viscera of my body. You will appear
because I have mouthed your name in half-wish, reluctant to bring
myself to you. You will appear for me, because you always do, with
earthen skin outside the possibility of human causation.

Barbara Jane Reyes from Poeta en San Francisco