I had the distinct pleasure of being interviewed for Jacket 2 by the poet Christy Davids about my new book After We All Died. We talked about rage, leaking bodies, Taylor Swift, and understanding fire–among other things!
I’m honored to have the chance to perform this Sunday in my hometown!
Join us on the anniversary of the world’s first atomic test to experience Suspended Moment, a sculpture installation and Butoh dance and poetry performance by Los Alamos native Allison Cobb and Hiroshima native Yukiyo Kawano, with Butoh choreography/dance by Meshi Chavez, soundscape by Lisa DeGrace, and video projections by Stephen A. Miller.
At the center of the performance is a life-sized sculpture of the bomb dropped on Nagasaki in 1945, created by the artist Yukiyo Kawano. Yuki was born and raised in Hiroshima, a third-generation atomic bomb survivor. She creates her sculptures from WWII-era kimonos that belonged to her grandmother, and sews them together with her hair, melding the DNA of generations of atomic bomb survivors.
Co-sponsored by Los Alamos History Museum, Los Alamos/Japan Project, and Los Alamos County Library System. Funded in part by a grant from the New Mexico Intervention Fund of the National Trust for Historic Preservation.
Thanks to Kaia Sand and Ellena at Powell’s for the footage.
New poem. I feel pretty good about coming up with “pussyboard.”
A nasty woman has a vision
I have a vision, a vision that the people of this nation possessing of vaginas, those of every race and color and faith, of every state of wealth and poverty, with missing limbs and breasts, with scars and luscious rolls of fat, with the taut, uplifted skin of youth, in full health and sickness both, in every abled and disabled state—descend upon the marbled throne of power, and with our pussies overwhelm the gates, with our vaginas swallow up the guns and sights of snipers, with our pussies leaking blood and fluid drown the guards in Kevlar vests, flood the marble stairwells, swallow desks and pens, computers, bleed the written words to nothing, with our pussies redolent with scents of all our living, all our births and lusts, our coming and our fucking, pussies melon pink and eggplant dark, tucked in nests of fur curling black and grey and brownish, red as stripes on oval office couches, blond as velvet drapes, or bare and shining in the light—let us bring our pussies down upon the men of state, the orange one in his golden gaudy flesh suit pinched with hate, let us bring our pussies down and pussyboard them with our flood, let us grab them with our pussies, and sink them in our juice-wet folds, fingers on the buttons that swell ourselves and make our mucus flow, crying out with grunts of our own pleasure til their voices cease to gurgle from their lungs—and their breaths, every one, come to an end.
Here are three new poems published at Across the Margin today. With many thanks to the editor, Richard Roundy.
I’m very happy to have new poems in The Brooklyn Rail, edited by Anselm Berrigan, and in tremendous company with other poets.
Pure Surface: First, I’ll be part of a Pure Surface performance curated by the amazing Stacey Tran. I’ll be reading from Plastic: an autobiography accompanied by movement from Allie Hankins and film by Jodie Cavalier.
When: Sunday, August 10, 7 p.m. (doors 6:30)
Where: Valentines, 232 SW Ankeny
The Switch: Later in August, I get to read poetry with Jacqueline Waters, who has a new book out from Ugly Duckling Presse, as part of The Switch reading series at IPRC.
When: Saturday, August 16, 6:30 p.m. (doors 6)
Where: IPRC, 1001 SE Division St.
Oh yeah, and both are FREE
I was pretty excited to get to read in the Heart’s Desire series at the East Bay Poetry Summit, as you can see. Here’s a video. All the readings were so good.
Photo by Marianne Morris. Video by Evan Karp.
I made this map of the themes in Plastic, an autobiography. I wanted it to be like a molecular diagram, but it turns out it’s not that linear. (Photo by CAConrad.)