A new poem in SPREAD
Another SPREAD, another poem.
Category: My Poetry
A poem for the solstice
Below is the poem I wrote for and read at the View.Point.2 solstice reading yesterday.
Another re drum poem published
I am happy to announce that another re drum poem, “ARREST,” is now live thanks to The Writing Disorder.
New publication: SPREAD #75
I am pleased to announce my poem “Old Benches” has a home in the new issue of SPREAD, the monthly poetry zine published by Chris Dusterhoff. For copies and subscriptions, email spankstra@hotmail.com.
Hand to Mouth Reading Recording
Last weekend, I had the pleasure to read with fellow Hand to Mouth poet Teri Zipf at Walla Walla’s Grandma’s Kitchen.
Three collaborative poems in Another New Calligraphy
Since last August, I have had the pleasure of writing alongside (and publishing alongside) the re drum group Alex Bleecker, Jeremy Springsteed, and Willie James, as well as good friend Justine Chan. Our efforts on exploring the cadralore form have yielded some output, now available to view in Another New Calligraphy.
Two Recordings: Paul Nelson reading Haibun and Greg Bem reading Figures
Recorded on Friday, April 22, 2022 at Kezira Cafe in Seattle, alongside the Jim O’Halloran Trio (Jim O’Halloran (Flute), Dean Schmidt (Bass), and Ehssan Karimi (Drums)).
Exacting Clam
I am pleased to announce I have some new poetry published in Exacting Clam. The fourth edition of the print publication is available to learn about online and available to order in print. I am also excited to see Thomas Walton’s work alongside.
Winter Treatment, Part 2, in Video
A minimalist video with some not-so-minimalist auditory recording antics.
Sudden, a poem
The sparks that come off the welding wand. It’s a blade, no, it’s a unnamed device in this spire of memory. Memorial. Conscripts dotting a geography of hallways and nightmares. Around each blowing curtain in the breeze, and I remember when the water wasn’t bruised and green. Binaural affectation. The Greeks had it correctly transcendental. Tracers of pings, the audibly bluish kind. Blowfish of splinters of sound, and I am unable to escape playgrounds of
Winter Treatment Performed
“Winter Treatment, Part One” was performed last night with the Jim O’Halloran Trio at Kezira in Columbia City. Here is the recording, which I think turned out quite nicely:
Winter Treatment, a poem
Merged from Dirty Winter and Treatment. Part One I’m driving through rose-tinted mountains, a range flipped on the head, arranged their ruffles in blue painted lead, like silkscreen waves, like oceanic current, like temporal parallax, like sweet simmering paralysis, crucified stately, narcissist martyr, pressure cooker, liminal lands took her, they all dodge the bullet I’m coming home, a long blow through the tow’s line, 405 keeping bright, maniacal alive, arresting the guffaw ahh, lickety split
Treatment, a poem
With Amiri Baraka and Auscultation Coming home, a long blow through the tow’s line, 405 keeping bright, maniacal alive, lit up that magneto cape, what a slight shape, arresting the guffa a, lickety split and we’re back to the raw merging West a bit, to the central pit of awe, above the inch, along the rim, found the itch, strum the ridge, flick of the gas guzzle tongue punk, it’s getting grim, light’s satin saturated and
Dirty Winter, a poem
With Auscultation Dirty winter driving through rose-tinted mountains, flipped on head, the ruffles of the blue, silkscreen waves, oceanic current, temporal parallax paralysis, their mobbed in Ottawa, they’re mobbed on the Black Sea, crucified, stately, martyr, pressure cooker, liminal lands, Lithuania, dodge the bullet, retreat to Poland, trance today, gone tomorrow, the slow burn, glow in the dark warfare, Chernobyl bullet holes, I’m swaying, swaying, heat, monger along the deep lagoon, Blue too soon, thrown
13 Illusions (Live Recording)
I very much enjoyed a recent performance with the Jim O’Halloran Trio (specifically Jim on flute, Osama Afifi on bass, and D’Vonne Lewis on drums). The call and response format was new for me. Here is a low res recording (thanks GoPro!) that at least captures the gist of it.