Photo of a poetry chapbook modeled after a pocket book of psalms, titled A Book of Queer Prayer, with the trans symbol in lieu of a cross
New book who dis?
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Photo of a poetry chapbook modeled after a pocket book of psalms, titled A Book of Queer Prayer, with the trans symbol in lieu of a cross
New book who dis?
WHEN THE GOVERNMENT MURDERS A POET IN BROAD DAYLIGHT Crack open your pens like the shells of so many walnuts and let the ink run down your cheeks. This is your warpaint. Beckon Elijah down from his seat in the sky. Ask him to prophecy truth to power. Call down the angels, too, and their flaming swords. Call down the spirits of the ancestors and their sacred Stonewall bricks. Let all of heaven take up arms. Let my mother's ghost lead a regiment of seraphim to march on gilded Washington. We will spit tongues of fire to melt this winter of ICE. We will rain sulphur on the streets of Minnesota. Get out your grandmother's typewriter. Punch the keys like a machine gun. Fill the halls of congress with the noise of it until that noise rips through the ears of all those elected devils who pretend not to hear. Do not reserve your rage for the digital landscape when the bullets are analog. Take to the streets. Line the sidewalks with voices of protest. Monkeywrench the gears of the machinery of power. Be bold. Only when the very earth cries out for precious retribution will the work be done.
Well, I didn't win the chapbook contest, but placing in the top 8 makes me optimistic. If there's any editors out there looking for a weird little poetry chapbook that explores falling in and then out of love with a best friend through the lens of David Lynch with trans/queer themes... well hmu!
My 'Strange World' chapbook has placed as one of 8 finalists in Red Flag's annual chapbook contest! I have high hopes for this weird little David Lynch inspired book.
As an Appalachian trans man living in poverty with working class roots who lives in a working class town and lives a working class life, I don't think she'd last a day here. Someone would say something genuinely transphobic to her at the bar and she'd short circuit. She's embarrassingly out of touch
On Monday I signed on with Last Picked Books out of Pittsburgh for my next poetry chapbook, due out early 2026. It's queer and holy and wholly mine. Watch this space!
Like maybe the problem is our hyper-individualistic culture that rewards the selfish and demonizes community building and isolates people and treats empathy like a character flaw.
You ever think about how we have a societal stereotype that mental illness makes people more likely to be creatives when really creatives are likely to be mentally ill because to be an artist is to have empathy in a society that actively punishes the empathetic?
I'll definitely be submitting - will you?
It’s a "crisis" when immigrants "take jobs away", but "innovation" when machines do. Funny.
it was mentioned in the prop maker's documentary "Phil Tippett: Mad Dreams and Monsters" - highly recommend!
Fun Fact: he was the inspiration for Jabba the Hutt, for better or worse
That awkward moment when you get a rejection from a press you forgot you submitted to in the midst of discussing the publication of that manuscript with two different presses. Oops.
Six months later I've finished my David Lynch inspired poetry chapbook about the dissolution of a friendship and trying to understand the nature of the "self". Now I need to find a publisher...
New poem up! I'm working on a David Lynch inspired poetry chapbook and this is the first of those poems to find a home.
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was nearly in tears getting to be in the front row to see @laurajanegrace.bsky.social in Pittsburgh tonight. Been a fan since 2007ish, we came out as trans within a year of each other. Finally getting to go to a concert was moving in ways I can't quite articulate.
In a world where you can be anything, be unkind to transphobes.
Easter 2025 Katy Perry takes a luxury cruise to space and Joanne Rowling drinks champagne head wreathed in smoke from her celebratory cigar while trans people are dying. An ocean away my own government draws red lines across a cork board to redefine the boundaries of law. Men in my small town are threatening the Queens at the Pride Gala, hiding behind masks and confederate flags and toxic masculinity and Facebook bravado. The scars across my chest smile at me in the mirror. They say "imagine having more money than God and using it to bury minorities; to legislate children into suicide pacts over rainbow flags." That teacher in Indiana that had a gun-toting mother threaten her life – is that the teacher they want to arm? "Duel’s at recess, kids, close your eyes, plug your ears." Every time a blonde white woman with a cross around her neck tells me to repent Jesus rolls his stone away and offers me his holy hands, his holy feet, still bloody from the crucifixion. I kiss his earth, I kiss his cheek. We embrace, a long and sobbing hug. There is no hell, I know this. No great lake of fire, no sulfuric scent of brimstone. "But," I whisper in Christ’s ear feeling the weight of his body, "I wish sometimes there was a place for all these devils."
Recent poem about recent events
Haven't posted here in a while. The end of April/beginning of May has been wild - mostly in the best ways. Readings, afterparties, drafting chapbooks, etc. Now I have a lot of material to find homes for. Happy writing!
I've been writing like a fiend lately. A haibun here, a prose poem there, some hybrid stuff. Feels good.
working on a little zine project to walk people through one approach to writing a poem. It functions basically as a step-by-step of how I would teach a poetry course, in direct refutation of the way I was taught.
if you're a U.S. voter and you claim to want more for trans folks than just visibility, you can dedicate 2 to 8 minutes to us a week.
Trans Day of "I'm so fucking tired"
Happy #TransDayofVisibility. Now put the T back on the Stonewall monument.
Just going to say, visibility without support kinda blows. See us, hear us, but more importantly support us in actual, concrete ways. #TDOV
I've got one published book, two finished chapbooks out for consideration, and a third that is 3/4 written and I *still* feel like an imposter most days.
“I’m doing good things,” I tell myself as I delete the military service of a dead woman. “I’m still a good person.”
