Little Billboards #80
Electric barns.Xenophobic, queer barns.Petrified Barns.Gravestone barns. Continue reading Little Billboards #80
Electric barns.Xenophobic, queer barns.Petrified Barns.Gravestone barns. Continue reading Little Billboards #80
News was serious.He read the Ladies and Gentlemen bulletin.The mask was warm, luminous. Continue reading Little Billboards #86
Shel Silverstein wrote the first poems I remember reading and they were frequently silly, but it was a silliness that kept me reading all of his work, some of which, is not so silly. Between Silverstein and MAD Magazine, I cane to enjoy language that had a sense of humor, even if it came with … Continue reading My Earliest Poetry Experiences + An Exercise + A Poem
Originally published in 2014 at Eunoia Solstice. Since then he has co-authored Day Kink and According to Discretion, and a new poetry collection, Out of Speech. He gave me permission to publish “Mayflies” with this interview. When I think about “nature poets,” I often unfairly stereotype the idea into two camps: the contemporary Cassandras and … Continue reading From the Eunoia Archives: An Interview with Writer Adam Vines
No surprise being uneasyto approach self-approval,the young man thread a soul. Continue reading Little Billboards #88
Sometimes I can’t tellif she’s eating yogurt ortubes of clown makeup. Continue reading Little Billboards #6
Her hand cups the rain,while my ears cup her laughter.Then–daylight thunder. Continue reading Little Billboards #9
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