I’ll be reading with three magnificent journals and dozens of brilliant writers at offsite readings in DC during AWP. This is my first AWP, but I hear that these readings tend to be magnificent parties with great opportunities to meet other artists you admire, in addition to hearing them share their work. Hope to see you there!
I’m thrilled to announce that I’m joining the staff of Stirring: A Literary Collection as an Associate Poetry Editor.
Stirring is one of the oldest continually-publishing literary journals on the internet, with monthly issues dating all the way back to October 1999 (when I was still a wayward art history major at Lawrence University). It was founded by Erin Elizabeth Smith, who is a major force in the literary world (being the founder and managing editor of Sundress Publications, the Creative Director of Sundress Academy for the Arts, a talented poet, a shockingly skilled and adventurous cook, and a really fucking fantastic person. I’ll be working under managing editors Luci Brown, Andrew Koch, and Sarah Einstein. You can see the full masthead here.
Now: send us your work!!
I’m honored and humbled to say that I was invited to guest edit for the December issue of Stirring: A Literary Collection, which went live yesterday. It was a great experience, and I got to read a wide variety of really interesting work. The team over at Stirring is an absolute pleasure to work with, and I’ve always admired their journal. I think this issue turned out to be pretty lovely, so I hope you’ll give it a read!
The issue features poetry by Benjamin Balthaser, Nancy Bevilaqua, Lanette Cadle, Maggie Smith, Donna Vorreyer, and Lauren Yates, fiction by William Bradley, and nonfiction by Liz Prato.
You may remember Jen from the TheThe Poetry Blog feature I posted about a couple weeks ago. Jen is a writer, an advocate, a mother and a finder of lost things. She lives in Fairfax, Virginia where she works to help find employment for people experiencing or at risk of homelessness. Her work has recently appeared in Nonbinary Review and Stirring, and is featured in a micro-collection in Wood Becomes Bone. Here’s an excerpt of her poem “Sepia” from Stirring:
A grimm’s fairytale, perhaps, a tale of good
versus evil. Only, now it was because
his hands were dirty, and I was cleaner than
six in the morning, than trilliums and moss.
Ruth lives in Massachusetts, where she teaches English for Wheaton College. Her work appears in numerous web and print journals, including Antiphon, The Bellingham Review, The Louisville Review, and Sou’wester. She is the author of two chapbooks, Dear Turquoise (dancing girl press) and Creature Feature (ELJ Publications), and serves as Managing Editor for Cider Press Review. A few of her poems from Creature Feature were recently up at Extract(s); this is from “Dear Maria”:
. . . this is where your
power lies, where you might have grown
from peasant girl to peasant wife, your
own children playing near the dappled edge
—but dead, your power forces men to
their knees, and then their feet; . . .
Hope to see you there!
The “Five Poems in Five Days” thing has been going around Facebook, so all my lovely poet friends are posting lovely poetry. Today I’m loving this gem that appeared in Stirring’s Volume 15, Edition 5 issue.
Day they proved the God Particle I saw
the small spot I was, how I walk this town,
same pattern the universe expands from,
too old to see everything a sign.
This is such a beautiful issue I’m not really sure what to feature, so here are a few things:
She watches my hands for me
and I try not to let them shake,
the force of blood pushing
When I drop the needle, she tells me
secrets can keep you safe,
but never as safe as trust.
from “Book of Days” by Amber Edmonson
You saw Steve
naked? I asked
my aunt in front
of her mother
over a bowl
of Cocoa Krispies,
as if nudity
was the worst of it.
from “Sex & Santa” by Katie Manning
Occasionally light from other cars muses through the foggy windows. After it’s over, Michael can hear sweat sliding down a cheek. He reaches out but nothing’s there. It takes him hours to find the word pain blooming inside him like pleasure.
from “The Fall of the Archangel Michael” by Michael Schmidt
Seriously, do not miss even a word of this issue, guest edited by M. Mack.
I’m really honored to share my piece “Rebirth in Room 406,” which is part of the April issue of Stirring: A Literary Collection. Stirring is a long-standing and beautiful journal full of terrific work. Here’s a teaser from my poem:
When you are angular and dry, you forget
the feel of womanhood. Before you,
I reached blindly into the mouths of men to reclaim
the sense of roundness