Category Archives: Worth Reading

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I’m having a cranky day today, but here are a few fantastic things to tide you (and certainly me) over for a while:

First, we have Nick Cave talking about the art of the love song, calling his own, “my gloomy, violent, dark-eyed children. They sit grimly on their own and do not play with the other songs. Mostly they were offspring of complicated pregnancies and difficult and painful births.”


Second, apologetically disingenuously, I present to you this shot from yesterday of my favorite cyclist in the TDF, Thomas Voeckler:

And finally, here’s new work from poet Bruce Smith, up in the new Diagram:


“Have Some Cake” by Luke Bloomfield

My love for Sixth Finch, like the Dude, abides:

Seriously, go on over and read it right now, because, you need a laugh.
And shit, while we’re on the subject of food, here’s one more punch-in-the-gut good poem, though this one I’m sneaking in from Jubilat; “Borders of Evanescence” by Ewa Chrusciel.


New Work, New Reviews, New Things Everywhere

Let’s skip over the sad-face part where I tell you all of the hyper-tragic reasons why you’ve had to look at the same slow newsday posts for eons, and instead, allow me to please just tell you that I have spent the last few months working on these OH, SO MANY THINGS I have to tell you about.

First, I’ve been poetry editoring the super sweet issue #9 of dislocate, which you can read for free thanks to the wonders of technology here:

Second, I have some new book reviews up at New Pages as of 5/31/13, right here:

Third, one of my poems was in the last (Fall) issue of the Madison Review, and another was selected for A Capella Zoo’s Best Of issue, Bestiary. Take a sneak peek here and then buy your self a real live copy:

More to come soon, on every front!

Worth Reading: “The Collectors,” by Matt Bell

Haunting story, lovely prose. And you can download it in PDF form for free, here:
I read the whole thing in one go, and what I found myself dwelling on was the images (of orange peels, a downed chandelier, and tunnels within junk, to name a few). The character development here all happens through an external lens, but the junk in the house is described with very close focus, so the images accumulate as the story progresses and are ultimately what resonate long after.

Worth Reading: Split it Open Just to Count the Pieces

Drunken Boat #13 has a poem that I particularly love; anyone who’s workshopped with me in the past two years will probably have no trouble seeing why: