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Wow, it has been a long time, huh? Excuse me for the absence but I was very busy all last year, working on my second full-length:
So, things have been a little busy around here.
Here’s what I missed updating everyone on:
In May I finished up my stint as a Glass Poetry guest editor. Here are the rest of the poems I selected for Poets Resist (you can see the others on the previous post):
I had a quiet second half of the year; I wasn’t writing much at all as I was traveling, then concentrating on my pregnancy and my family. I had a piece in Memoir Mixtapes about Live, the band from the 90s that is exceptionally wonderful and baffling (and I saw them in July with Brian, which was a riot!), and I had two poems in Rabid Oak: “Watching Secretary, I Think of the Palm of Your Hand” and “During Marwencol I Play with Your Hair”. That was pretty much it.
In May I went on a writing retreat with some friends and finished the manuscript for my second chapbook, A Live Thing, Clinging with Many Teeth. After a few months of submission, it was picked up by an editor/press in the fall, but concerns about how the press was being run forced my hand, and at Christmas I pulled it from the publisher. Luckily, I sent it out again and Spooky Girlfriend Press picked it up! It is available for pre-order here, or on Amazon here.
Zoetic Press is open right now for both an H.G. Wells edition and a Homer’s Odyssey edition. You can find the submission guidelines here. Our newest issue, Clive Barker’s Books of Blood, is available here for $1.99 (guest edited by the aforementioned Brian!). Drunk Monkeys has a new pop culture issue out, and it’s awesome; also, we’re open for subs in all categories including our newest feature, One Perfect Episode. Submission guidelines here.
It’s been a crazy year and I am glad to be getting back into it. For once I have multiple projects I am working on, and it feels good, even though it’s a learning curve to juggle that plus the baby. I hope to be updating here more often.
Today is the anniversary of Twin Peaks: The Return and on my way into work I drove by a gigantic “For Your Consideration” billboard and it made my heart smile. And thus, here’s a link to a Twin Peaks essay I wrote for Blue Fifth Review, “The Dark Within, or, a Look at the Trauma of Twin Peaks Without Once Referencing Pie or Coffee”. Thanks to Sam Rasnake for the opportunity!
I’m all over Glass Poetry this month which makes me feel cool and important. I have a poem featured there (“Convenience Store Cigar, Four Times“) and I am the guest editor for their Poets Resist series. So far, I have accepted six poems, four of which (at this time) have been posted:
I am really grateful to Anthony Frame for giving me these opportunities and trusting me with his journal.
I had a blast a few weeks ago at the Memoir Mixtapes reading at Book Show in Highland Park. It’s nice to be part of such a rad literary community/family. MM has a new call for submissions that I begged them to do so get your stuff on over to them.
In journals-I-run news, Drunk Monkeys is currently closed for poetry for a while. We have enough accepted work to get us through the year, and we are still working on some submissions, so we’re essentially drowning in poetry; everything else is open, though. And, we’ve announced our November special issue: HORROR. Send us your things! And keep an eye out for our fundraiser, coming soon.
Zoetic Press has a new issue of NonBinary Review coming June 1st: A Wrinkle in Time. We’re also open for submissions for the next two issues: Wind in the Willows and Dante’s Inferno. What’s after that, you ask? Clive Barker’s Books of Blood (1-3) and Homer’s The Odyssey. It’s gonna be a pretty good year.
That’s all from me… I’m spending the weekend on a writing getaway with some friends, and then the next week we’ll be in Massachusetts!
Things have been quiet on my end because I am so. fucking. busy. Here is an actual photo of my planner for this week.
Something that has taken up pretty much all of my time is the latest issue of Drunk Monkeys, which is a Pop Culture explosion. This is one of my most favorite things I have ever done, and I am super proud of my team for making it happen. Please read it and let me know what you think!
Today a poem of mine went up in Crab Fat Magazine. This poem was pretty much the only good thing I came up with during The Poeming, because quite frankly I do not like Anne Rice’s work and the book I was assigned was pretty problematic and boring. I hope you will check out the whole issue!
A few months ago I was contacted by december. magazine about a photo they took of me waaaaaaaaaaaaay back at AWP16. They’re going to be using it in their “Bodies of Words” issue, which was sort of a nice surprise!
If you have A Wrinkle in Time inspired work, send it on over to Zoetic Press for our next issue of NonBinary Review!
And, if you haven’t seen A Quiet Place yet, go ahead and remedy that. It’s amazing.
As usual I have been slacking on an update but really, who cares? I get to it eventually.
I have a piece in the latest Memoir Mixtapes issue (Whole Lotta Love), which is not quite a poem and not quite an essay. It’s vaguely NSFW and does contain some suicidal/self-injury imagery, so there’s that, but I feel it’s probably one of the most important pieces I have ever written. It’s called “Reflecting the Surface of You: A Relationship Set to ‘Finally, Peace'”, and it’s framed around the Swans song. Read the whole issue, it’s really fantastic.
I recently blurbed two books that I really enjoyed, Bad Anatomy by Hannah Cohen (Glass Poetry Press) and 17 seventeen XVII by E. Kristin Anderson (Grey Book Press). I would never blurb something I didn’t love, so I suggest supporting these amazing poets.
As for Drunk Monkeys/ Zoetic Press stuff:
*Drunk Monkeys has an open call for submissions for our April Pop Culture issue. LOOK AT THIS AMAZING GRAPHIC FRITZ CAME UP WITH. Anyway we’re open til 3/15 so go for it.
*Zoetic Press is pleased to announce the release of NonBinary Review #16: The Little Prince. Could this cover art be any more gorgeous? (Check out Mandem for the print and other amazing art). This is an incredible issue that I suggest you buy.
I will not be at AWP; my days of AWPing may actually be over. All I ever do is drink and walk around the book fair, and I can drink and read all of Ashley and Seth’s books instead, which is essentially the same damned thing! Have fun if you’re going; I feel AWP is a bit overrated in general, but who am I to tell you what to do?
I’ll have more info coming soon; as for now, happy Smarch!
It’s a new year and as such it’s another hollow attempt to keep up and revamp this thing (I especially want to revamp the links section, though I doubt anyone is reading it anyway lololol).
My poem “Everyone is a Predator” ran in Moonchild Magazine, along with a video of me reading it. This was a hard poem for me, and I am so grateful for MM because they were very gentle with it. Thank you Nadia!
My poem “A Correspondence Between Laura and Dale, 1989”, which is, of course, inspired by Twin Peaks, was part of Occulum‘s third issue. Thank you, Arielle! And Hannah Cohen was nice enough to review it at wildness. This poem is one of my favorites and I am glad it’s resonating with people.
In Birth. Movies. Death news, I’ve had three articles since last I wrote: One about Natalie Wood in “Rebel Without a Cause”, one about the new Insidious film, and a “Say Something Nice” about Argento’s “Trauma” in relation to eating disorders.
And, somehow, I managed to create a Zazzle store. So, there’s that, anyway.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Oh, hi guys. Remember me? It’s been a while. A bit has happened, but maybe most importantly: I got married!
We were surrounded by 28 of our friends and family, and it was a really lovely day. So that was something, anyway.
Today was a pretty banner week for Ole Kolleen. I had THREE poetry acceptances: “Everyone is a Predator” will appear in Moonchild Magazine; “A Correspondence Between Laura and Dale, 1989” will appear in Occulum; and “Convenience Store Cigar, Four Times” will appear in my dream journal, Glass. Obviously all of these acceptances have be over the moon so I did what any reasonable writer would do and cried a bit in the tub and then bought an overly expensive brunch (avocado and burrata toast with heirloom tomatoes).
Zoetic Press is now open for submissions for NonBinary Review #16: The Little Prince. I am very very excited for this one. #15: We Have Always Lived in the Castle, will be available 12/1. We’ve also updated our Patreon recently, including a level to receive our chapbook series, Viable.
Meanwhile, Drunk Monkeys has an all-Trump issue out, which includes this knockout poem by Bonnie Rae Walker. We’re closed for poetry and fiction at the moment, but I am hoping that we can catch up and open those categories again soon.
I suggest everyone purchase “The Art of Misdiagnosis: Surving My Mother’s Suicide” by Gayle Brandeis. I just got my copy today and I am excited to dive into it, even though I am in the midst of reading six other books.
I am back to doing my advice column at Five 2 One Magazine, so if you need advice from a friendly mess of a girl, write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Let’s see, what else? I picked up a small side gig tutoring, which is cool. It’s nice to be on a campus but also not saddled with the burden that a lot of my teacher friends seem to be facing. I’m just here, living my little life, waiting to push through the holidays.
I think that’s it for now. Later days, buddies!
Wow, today was a real whirlwind of a day, and not just because I took the wrong dose of Wellbutrin.
First, my article regarding the sewer sex scene in IT went live on Birth.Movies.Death. I was very nervous about writing this, because I did not want what I meant to be misconstrued, but I also wanted to be as delicate as possible given the nature of the content. I suppose it went pretty well; there are some errant negative comments but overall it is a positive experience, and even people who disagree with me are being polite. I couldn’t ask for more, really.
Then, the reprint of my blog post from a few weeks ago went live on VIDA: Women In Literary Arts. As much as I would like to move past this subject, it’s still on my mind, because wow who would think that women would be afraid of men who are scary, regardless of distance or if it’s just on the ole internet? Mind boggling! So I am still sort of talking about it, and am glad VIDA took interest in it.
Then I got paid for some of my writing, which is good because I always need money, but is bad because what if I get used to it and never go back to being a broke poet again?!
Essentially, I am on cloud 9 today, and I don’t care who knows it.
As for work round-ups:
–Drunk Monkeys has two calls for submissions right now. We are looking for one piece of a scary nature- any category- for our 10/31 post. You can submit anything you’d like to email@example.com. Do not use Submittable for this, just email with the subject line: HALLOWEEN SUBMISSION.
We’re also looking for political submissions for our November issue, which is dedicated to how awful Trump is. WE ARE NOT LOOKING FOR 100% OF OUR SUBMISSIONS TO BE FROM WHITE MEN. Honestly, we need diverse voices, so feel free to send your stuff to firstname.lastname@example.org. Again, do not use our Submittable for this. You can read all the guidelines here. We will be donating all of our Patreon donations for the month of November to the Southern Poverty Law Center, a group which is dedicated to tracking the spread of hate groups across the country.
We are otherwise open for submissions in every category. Please read guidelines before submitting.
–Zoetic Press is seeking submissions for the next two issues of NonBinary Review: We Have Always Lived In the Castle and The Little Prince. We are a paying market so check out our guidelines and send us your best.
Also, NonBinary Review has a new issue out: The Complete Works of Hans Christian Andersen. It is our biggest issue yet! And it’s only $1.99.
That’s it; I can’t possibly write any more than that.
I survived driving across the entire country! No Wrong Turn type situation, no cops, no crashes. We drove through the Harvey aftermath and came back to the largest wildfire in L.A. history. We swam and went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and ate a lot of fast food. We are now surrounded by boxes and boxes of THINGS and are very worn out, but Aidan is here and he is amazing. And I am happy.
Meanwhile, I was interviewed by Andrea Blythe for her blog and that was really nice.
Otherwise, I am trying to get back into the swing of work, now that part one of two big events is over. And I am also trying to get into showering before 2 pm. Will it happen today? Doubtful.
CW: This post contains references to rape, murder, abortion, and sexual violence.
Ok, so, here it is:
Over the past weekend, it came to my attention that a male “poet” (I will use this term loosely) that has caused trouble within the poetry/ literary community for a while was at it again, this time using his Instagram as his platform for abuse. I am not going to use this man’s name, because I know he gets off on the attention he receives, and I refuse to legitimize or take part in his excitement. If you know me, or are familiar at all with the dramatic undercurrent of the poetry community, you know who it is.
I try to stay away from this man; we have had run-ins on Facebook and Twitter in the past, usually on a mutual “friend”’s page, but I have never really had to deal one-on-one with him. But rest assured, he’s been on my radar since 2015, when he wrote a disgusting rape- fantasy poem aimed at a woman who had written about her own rape. Of course, people were outraged, though “satire” and “artistic intent” and “censorship” were terms bandied about in defense of this garbage. I can’t quite wrap my head around seeing such a vile poem and trying to defend its merit, and “censorship” isn’t a pretty little hill I am going to die on. Everyone has the right to write garbage. It’s the editors that publish it—maybe to be edgy, maybe for rage clicks, maybe because they’re abusive as well— that are a larger part of the problem.
Not publishing writing like this is merely curation.
This man has made a “career” (if mostly self-publishing what I assume are terrible books is a career) out of harassing women and then playing dumb, as if he can’t comprehend that his constant barrage of unnecessary and often violent commentary is just not a cool fucking thing to do. Big name editors and terrible people that I would never associate with because I am, for all intents and purposes, a relatively normal person who does not believe misogyny, racism, or any sort of prejudice should exist in the world, much less be tolerated even on a sociological aspect (really, is there anything more useless than sociology nowadays? Haven’t we learned all there is to know?) defended this behavior as it moved into the more bizarre and, ultimately this past weekend, specific targeted violence. They defended rape fantasies. They defended a poem written from the POV of the Pulse nightclub shooter dedicated to a gay poet. They defended a culturally appropriative poem dedicated to a Native American poet. These are actions meant to incite anger, to cause a negative reaction, so that the poet I am speaking of can claim, when called out, that he is a victim. A victim of sensible people wanting him to act like a normal fucking human being, to stop being hurtful just to be hurtful.
This past weekend I, as well as several other outspoken, perhaps oh no don’t say it feminist women in the poetry community, were subject to a series of poetry with escalating violent sexual imagery. My poem was the first poem in which he named his subject, me, by name. I will spare you the disgusting details of the other women’s poems, because that’s their story to tell, but this lovely piece of words-strung-together-to-resemble-poetry had me raped repeatedly, impregnated forcefully, undergoing abortions and being fed the dead babies. It was pretty disgusting, and it was stupidly directed right at me, both on Instagram and on his website, with the tag “This has been a long time coming”. Like, what, bro? What the fuck am I doing besides calling you out for being a shitbag? But ok, whatever. I guess me living my relatively boring life is an affront to you.
It almost didn’t upset me. I mean, it’s laughably bad. Like really fucking bad.
Then my son saw it.
Then it really fucking upset me.
So I called the cops, and did what I had to do there, and we’ll see what happens. Even the cop, visibly disgusted by these words, taking a stack of printouts, was confused by it all.
“Well…no, but I don’t suppose you can press charges for that.”
Imagine trying to explain the nuances of the mostly-online poetry community to a suburban police officer (who, by the way, was pretty amazing).
All weekend that Instagram account was reported, and eventually it was completely deleted; I am sure this is just another thing to justify this man’s feeling of “censorship”, and I am sure it will be written about in his manifesto before he starts picking off people from a clock tower somewhere.
But Jesus, that isn’t even the place my rage is coming from. My rage stems mostly from the people who emboldened him to write these sorts of things in the first place, the people who saw how problematic he was two years ago and patted his head and gave him a platform. Who said, “It’s ok, it’s art, keep going.” These people are complicit in the anxiety I am feeling right now, in the fact that I had to go to work with my fiancé because I was afraid to be left alone, in the fact that my child had to picture his mother as a rape victim and a torture victim. My child. I mean, plenty of violent and horrible shit has happened to me in my 35 years, but I try to keep my kid out of it all.
I know at least one editor who does not give a shit about this behavior, who asked if he should be researching each poet before he publishes them. YES. YES YOU SHOULD! AND IF THEY HAVE A VIOLENT, ABUSIVE PAST, DON’T PUBLISH THEIR SHIT! Do you think I would knowingly publish someone so horrible? (Absolutely not, so don’t bother sending it.)
Therefore, I am writing this open letter to every publication (and their editors) who published this shitbag after it was evident he was a menace– 2015 onward– with a link to this blog post included (everyone from years previous will get a separate email).
And if I hear one fucking excuse as to how work like this should not be scrubbed from past issues, I will give them a fucking earful.
I have not been known to be a quiet person. My whole life I have been accused of rocking the boat. My whole literary career I have been warned of being blacklisted if I am too difficult to work with. But you know what? If there’s a fallout to this, I’ll just self- publish my own books, and I can promise you this: they’ll be a lot fucking better than the drivel this man has produced.
For now, I am writing this email and sending it to each publisher/ editor that has chosen to encourage this man’s behavior, in hope that they will denounce it, and remove his “work” from their journals. But, knowing how this is a man’s world, I will not hold my breath.
Here’s the email:
An open letter to the publishers of <redacted>,
Perhaps it has come to your attention, or perhaps not, that a writer you have chosen to publish in the past has spent that last two years harassing women, the LGBTQ community, and people of color.
Perhaps it has come to your attention, or perhaps not, that this writer, <redacted>, has been escalating this disturbing behavior since 2015, and with each publication since has been given a platform and the encouragement to habitually harass and torment people in the writing community.
Perhaps it has come to your attention, or perhaps not, that <redacted> has spent the last weekend writing “poetry” to real women in the poetry community, including myself—he named me by name, and my name is not very common— poetry that depicts violent sexual acts and threats. I will not speak for other women, but as for me, <redacted> wished for my continual rape, torture, forceful impregnation, and to feed my aborted children to me. I am sure you can imagine, as a woman, a human, and an abuse survivor, how that made me feel. I am sure you can imagine how, as a mother, it made me feel to learn that my twelve-year-old son saw these poems, especially the one about me.
Long has this behavior been excused and encouraged under the guise of free speech and protected as a wish to not promote censorship. Quite frankly, I am tired of the excuses, of the promotion of such language, and of the willingness to publish shock-poetry, which I assume is to get rage-clicks and increased traffic. I do not want to be made fodder for controversy and discussions about the ethics of censorship. I do not want someone to be encouraged when they write a poem about raping me.
I urge you to do two things. I urge you to remove any writing by <redacted> from your publications, and I urge you to be careful with who you publish in the future. I know the discussion of censoring people with addictions or mental illnesses will come up, so allow me to address that for you: mental illnesses are not an excuse to be a violent, reprehensible person, and violent, reprehensible people have no place in the literary world. And yes, I do believe that a quick search of who you wish to publish is not a bad thing. Would you want to be associated with a person who threatened to slash someone’s vagina to ribbons?
I would hope not.
I suppose if you know me you know there was some DRAMA that happened this weekend in the poetry world, and rest assured I have a lot to say about it, but I’m still working on that. To those who reached out: I am safe, I am ok, I am angry, but it’s being dealt with. No worries, man. No worries. Stay tuned for that jazz.
Otherwise: I have another article about Steel Magnolias up at Birth.Movies.Death.! I drank quite a bit while I was writing this so you should all read it because I put a LOT of effort into those glasses of vodka.
I just found out three seconds ago that Gerald’s Game is coming to Netflix in late September. As you might or might not know, I wrote a series of erasure poems using Gerald’s Game as the source, and wrote a lengthy article for BMD’s King issue about the feminist/female perspective in the novel, so I guess: 1. I am pretty much an expert on Gerald’s Game now, and 2. I should probably do something with those poems. So I will work on that.
Anyway, stay tuned. That’s all.