Tag: Floricanto Press
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* radio interview/poetry reading
Just a quick post to share my recent interview on WVXU’s “Around Cincinnati.” During the interview, I read “Directions” and “Raro” from Everything We Think We Hear as well as discuss some of the background of the poems and writing process. Enjoy! Special thanks to Kelly Blewett & the WVXU crew for having me! See you…
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* 2015 end of year reading
Time once again for my end of year reading – which technically this year is more of a first of year reading – so however you feel fit to see it, please do. See it, that is. I have been busy the past 3 weeks reading through the last leg of my reading list for…
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* salvaging with kay ryan
Salvage – Kay Ryan The wreck is a fact. The worst has happened. The salvage trucks back in and the salvage men begin to sort and stack, whistling as they work. Thanks be to god—again— for extractable elements which are not carriers of pain, for this periodic table at which the self-taught salvagers disassemble the…
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* existing with gisela kraft & an update
five-story house in laleli – Gisela Kraft one lies in rags on the street and his stomach is empty and he wishes for death one sits with friends at tea and backgammon and his mind is empty and he wishes for death one sits in a straight-backed chair at a desk and his bank…
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* new collection released!!!
I’m happy to announce that my new collection Everything We Think We Hear is officially available on Amazon! As I’ve mentioned here, this project brings the prose poem and flash fiction structure of my chapbook Reasons (not) to Dance and takes it in a more personal direction, adds a little more guacamole and South Texas to my usual…
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* sunsetting with gwendolyn brooks
A Sunset of the City – Gwendolyn Brooks Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls, Are gone from the house. My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite And night is night. It is a real chill out,…
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* ¡presente! with anne sexton
The Truth the Dead Know – Anne Sexton For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959 Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride alone in the hearse. It is June. I am tired of…
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* on the vine with denise levertov
Aware – Denise Levertov When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them hush their green breath, embarrassed, the way humans stand up, buttoning their jackets, acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if the conversation had ended just before you arrived. I…
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* beginning with juan felipe herrera & some news
This week’s poem by Juan Felipe Herrera (recently appointed as the first Chicana/o U.S. Poet Laureate) caught me towards the end the first time I read it. The way the details come together. The turn and return at the end to the image of something dark around the neck. Each reading of it since that…
The Friday Influence 