A shrine against disappearances
I'm not sure if roadside memorials are a uniquely American thing or if it's just that we do a lot of traffic fatalities in this country but for many years...
Some useful friction
Little did I know when I sent this newsletter back in July that it would be the last day of my life that I'd never broken a bone! I biked a mere seven miles...
Folding together
I have been twitching away from writing my little emails, due to being completely gunked up with cortisol whenever I look at a computer. So instead of the...
We are still here
First, something nice: Anna Jo Beck selected my latest zine "Here's to the Land," about the North Carolina state toast, for the March 2025 installment of her...
How to turn
The months leading up to the election felt bad and the weeks after have felt differently bad — you're probably in it, too, in this time of knowing that some...
Advice from Winnemac Park
This was the summer of two milestones, personal and professional: I moved into the home I bought with my girlfriend and their wife, and I banished the...
Homes beyond harm
Hello again from my mind palace of poems and overthinking what to say about them and how they ought to be. Instead of being paralyzed by the breathtaking...
burn it back again
(a little treat of new year's art by my beloved talented girlfriend Chris Gleason) As always starting a new year, I'm thinking of "Let the old year burn!"...
About prepositions and freedom
(Now that I've finally dug myself out of a depression hole enough to read and write about poetry again, I regrettably must begin this email newsletter with...
A tiny talk; two short spring poems
For those of y'all in Chicago, I'm one of 20 people answering the question "What did you see?" in two minutes for 20x2 at GMan next Sunday evening, April 2....
Dreaming the way to keep going
In a dream near the end of last year, I was walking through long hallways in a dorm-like building with art and writing tacked to the walls between the many...
How to hold your long gay life
So OK I think I’ve been an out queer person for long enough to write a few cranky words about rainbow capitalism for June, our special month of public...
it's too late for countries but it's not too late for trees
Time passes. I keep waking up in the cursed hours between 3 and 5 am, wracked with anxiety then, eventually, grateful for birdsong. With one dear person in...
Singing our survival
Every once in a while I get reacquainted with a poem or two and want to effuse about poetry, so I thought I'd fire up the old email machine on a platform...
Days are where we live
(I appreciate when other folks provide content warnings on their writing so will strive to offer my own going forward.) Last month marked many grim...
A map of the present
Everything, as my erstwhile pal the spam horse once said, happens so much. Horse ebooks @Horse_ebooksEverything happens so muchJune 28th 201282,026...
The generosity of endings
A year is an arbitrary unit. But as this uniquely universally miserable one comes to a close, I'm thinking often about cycles, and beginnings within endings....
The far side of revenge
This will be short. Everything feels fraught two days before the consequential election, and my nerves and concentration are shot, as maybe yours are too....
Let there be light in my house
I'm not going to shut up about Black lives mattering and I'm going to keep featuring some brilliant poets of color in these emails. I read one poem and one...
Black is all colors at once
It's Juneteenth. It's a celebratory day in Black culture; I got to post some professional tweet content about it. And it's a strange day for white Americans...