Known by Salt: Tina Mozelle BrazielA fantastic debut by an Alabama writer. I won’t say much here as I’m in the process of getting my thoughts in order for an interview with the author. She’s really busy these days. If you like poetry of place, then I think you’ll like this book. It’s about growing up, … Continue reading A Kiss Risks a Prince: Recent Reading
This was originally a Thirteen Days of Halloween that I made with artist Reed Randolph. You can read the whole thing here. Continue reading The Coven of Lonely Gourds
News was serious.He read the Ladies and Gentlemen bulletin.The mask was warm, luminous. Continue reading Little Billboards #86
No surprise being uneasyto approach self-approval,the young man thread a soul. Continue reading Little Billboards #88
My thoughts burn with snow–the hazards of Alabamasummer haiku. Continue reading Little Billboards #4
Eating the TaleStrategies of foodshould be read by anyonewho likes a long, cold burnimpassioned with clarity. This is eating the tale. Pay homage to disease,obesity, abuse, corruption, danger,to math, to Schwarzenegger. Research something to chew:the lid, the tradition, the landscape. A fierce investigative narrativeis just about perfect. Continue reading Little Billboards #77
I wrote this Robert Frost/Marvin The Martian poem for a pop culture poetry anthology that ultimately didn’t get published or funded or something. Maybe reading Robert Frost’s “Desert Places” and its “empty spaces between stars” led me to thinking about one of my favorite cartoon characters. I had read Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a … Continue reading In Space No One Can Hear You Kaboom: A Poem
I feel as out of place as the steel drums on the Commando soundtrack. Continue reading Little Billboards #14
PrioritiesGrowing, its package solid. A tool movement portrait,wake-up call, super-size serving. This is a scantily examined anatomical portrait.Talented. Considerable. A good long time for this age of disease.A flair–an arsenal–points the way. We are the drive-through window,a picture peppered with barbarism, lets selves glint in gusto. Continue reading Little Billboards #78
Stephen McClurg 