My poem “Figures” was just released in the second Pandemic of Violence anthology from North of Oxford. Read it here.
Another SPREAD, another poem.
I am happy to announce that another re drum poem, “ARREST,” is now live thanks to The Writing Disorder.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
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.
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)).
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.
A minimalist video with some not-so-minimalist auditory recording antics.
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, 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:
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
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
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