Brumett walks through “butcher paper bed sheets” because sometimes that’s how it feels to evolve. Sometimes you have to discover the clitoris and learn about dolphin masturbation in order to get to the part where we can leave legacies and deal with cleaning out memories from closets.
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I am baby-faced – I am baby-boned – I am the miracle of every death around me. I do not feel that the deaths of family members, a few familiar co-workers, and an acquaintance or two, truly bring to life the concept of losing someone whom you meet, and then becomes a part of you….
My body wants to meet your body in a dark alley and say things in Braille. When I leave notes on your pillow it’s supposed to be a gimmick. Still, here we are in love, careening toward death like a flower. Have you ever written a letter, an email, or a text message, and then…
from “Fairy Tale” She was just beginning to get her wings back when she hit a rock and crashed headfirst into the cement. Molly Gaudry’s Wild Thing is here to remind us that we exist until we don’t, and whatever do in the meantime, well, that’s called surviving. I really like this little 49 page pamphlet, but…
from “Crown” In this photograph, I am a girl child. My thoughts come out in my hands and my hair. If only I could realize it. Be just the person I just am. With What is a Domicile, Joanna Penn Cooper has essentially written the ironic version of “Easy Like Sunday Morning.” Where Lionel sings:…
I’ve seen Robert Duncan Gray in his underwear, screaming poetry from the top of his lungs, and then staring down the crowd like a mic drop. It was brilliant. His stage presence is powerful because he is – obviously – very comfortable with who he is, and more importantly, makes no apologies for it….
Leah Noble Davidson tells you exactly what she wants you to hear. It’s stark. It’s creative. In ways, it’s incredibly vindictive, and vindicating all at the same time. It’s mostly unique – but we’ll get to that in a bit. Davidson wants to catch you cheating. She gives you a poetic introduction, and then…
Living just over the bridge from Portland, Oregon, I’ve had the esteemed pleasure of watching Alex Dang at the Portland Poetry Slam over the last couple of years, and it is quite the treat. There’s an ease to which he carries himself that makes him incredibly approachable, but when he steps on stage, the…