Chaptered, Versed

A few weeks ago, I read at the Chapter & Verse reading series, hosted by Ryan Eckes & Stan Mir at Chapterhouse Cafe in Philadelphia.  I read with Ethan Fugate, who is an old friend, & Hailey Higdon, who is a new friend, both of whom are pretty fantastic.

After reading my creepy fairytale poems, Greg Bem introduced himself to me & began a conversation which later began another poem-series in my creepy fairytale arena.  More on that later.  He was also kind enough to tape the reading, which you can stream or download in pieces here.

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here is what will go here:

Poetry, particularly in-progress, or tracking process.

Prose, which is what my poetry sounds like sometimes (or vice-versa).

Things I find intrinsic to writing, or to what I’m writing now.

Things I currently find intrinsic to writing include knitting (which calms my head, like klonopin in craft-form) & bread (which requires patience & visceral interaction), & soup (the making of which also calms my head, but is far more forgiving than bread & amenable to experimentation).  So maybe sometimes this will be about knitting, &/or bread &/or soup.

Tonight I am knitting fingerless mitts because enclosed spaces make my fingers vaguely claustrophobic.

Tonight’s bread is white/wheat/rye, & cracked from rising, & looks vaguely like Venus of Willendorf.

Tonight’s soup is roasted onions & garlic & red cabbage & potatoes, which is nicer than it sounds.

Hello.