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Nah, I had Supergirl, because even when I was a kid, I preferred a two-piece.

Day four of our poetry blog book tour, Back to the Future: Mary Alexandra Agner interviews Jeannine Hall Gailey. (Tomorrow: Christine‘s interview with me.)

Conspiracy of Leaves

For day one of Back to the Future, I interviewed Wendy Babiak, the author of Conspiracy of Leaves (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Powell’s). Her poetry has also appeared in a wide variety of periodicals, including: “The Uninvited Guest” in Autumn Sky Poetry. “a posteriori,” “Ekphrasis on a Screensaver” and “Elegy” in Big Bridge. “Rondeau for […]

cannonballing across the lawn

Read “The Heart, Like A Bocce Ball” by Luke Johnson.

Even the water tastes like shreds

Read “The Wailing Well” by Peg Duthie.

And within the right light,/she’s witnessed how gray can shine/as a weary, honest silver.

Read “The Language of Waiting” by Peg Duthie.

It was many, many days ago and once upon a time when you waited for your Mom outside the hospital after Bruce told you it was time to go home, and when you got in your Mom’s blue car you said you saw Snow White because her hair was like your black licorice candy and her face looked like the snow and you saw the blood on the sheet like the blood Snow White’s Mom threw on the snow to make her lips, but her lips didn’t look like blood that day; they looked like the color of Grammum’s legs and the Wicked Stepmother who walked behind Snow White said, “What are you staring at? Get away.” And you said, “Sno Why.” And Sean who drives the truck with the light on top and always says hello to you unless he has to carry somebody fast said, “Why don’t you wait over there, Joey?” And you said “Hi Shun, is ‘at Sno Why?” And he said, “I don’t have time to talk now, Joey. You go wait over there, and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” But you never talked to Sean about Snow White and now she is dead.

Read “Now Snow White is Dead” by Nannette Croce.

rendered by semiosis/to a sign for all/we stand to lose

Read “Ekphrasis on a Screensaver” by Wendy Babiak.

NaPoWriMo Inspiration #15

From “Out of Habit” by Carole Glasser Langille: Part of us is unfailing. As light as sun through water. Though water is reckless. Waves crash. From them the last drop of mist contains enough life to populate a world. The world is shivering – listen.

over a kind of script we’ve created

In preparation for NaPoWriMo, I’m coming up with some poetry ideas. I have a few topics I want to tackle (Alzheimer’s and my maternal grandparents, a praise poem to bunnies, etc.) and a few forms to work on, including: hay(na)ku: A tercet of 6 words: 1 in the first line, 2 in the second line, […]

Michelle shrieked. Oh my god, you are, aren’t you? You’re like, sucking a candle! she said, her voice suddenly loud. What few people who remained in the office shuffled over to her desk. Oh my god, this is really gross. Have you no decency? You’re such a pervert, going down on a candle.

Read “Dining by Candlelight” by Nick Kocz.