Dad Habit

I've discovered I will be teaching a class that begins at 8 AM. So I'm up early again, practicing.

The second installment of the Deep Moat Reading Series will happen a week from tomorrow, MAY 8TH, at 7pm. Eric Baus, Ben Mazer, Elisa Gabbert. C'mon Boston.

Many magazines close their doors to reading submission after today. SIR! is not one of them.




Heartbreaker is a great new journal. The first time I actually enjoyed reading a journal in ISSUU.

I am Turning Into Old

I am turning into a morning person. Meaning, I can only write in the morning. At night, all I do is worry. Its disappointing.

This is a morning poem.

Happy Birthday

On Facebook, there are 845 pictures of my brother smiling. Here are a few of them






Today is his 25th birthday. Happy Birthday, little brother.

For J.G., Who Died

"The bourgeois novel is the greatest enemy of truth and honesty that was ever invented. It’s a vast, sentimentalizing structure that reassures the reader, and at every point, offers the comfort of secure moral frameworks and recognizable characters. This whole notion was advanced by Mary McCarthy and many others years ago, that the main function of the novel was to carry out a kind of moral criticism of life. But the writer has no business making moral judgments or trying to set himself up as a one-man or one-woman magistrate’s court. I think it’s far better, as Burroughs did and I’ve tried to do in my small way, to tell the truth."

Reading Motel

I'm reading tomorrow, Saturday the 18th, at Myopic Books in Providence with Jackie Corley and Timmy Waldron.


If interested, see all five new poems up now at No Tell Motel. Thank you Reb for including me.

I am a visitor at the No Tell Motel

I'm featured all this week at No Tell Motel. Please visit. Poems are from the manuscript THE BLACK EYE.

Thanks to all who came out for the first DEEP MOAT. Thanks to Heather, Matthew, and Claire for reading and to all those who traveled a long way to be there. I had the records, the wine, but not the camera. Image two dogs high fiving in the air and you'll get a sense of what was.

Fucking Finally

After laboring over a decision for the past few weeks, and still waiting to hear back from three schools, I've finally settled my hash. Next year I will be attending UMass Amherst for an MFA in poetry.

I'd received some other really generous offers. I was also holding out to hear from all the places I'd applied to. However, last night I received a phone call from UMass informing I'd be able to teach a creative writing class this fall. Not sure what perks come in tandem with the job, but it is more or less what I want and where I want to be.

In other news, Carl will be selling the Greying Ghost back catalog at tomorrow's reading. It's said to rain, so here's an extra incentive to join us.




AGH. Fucking Finally.

Thunk Tadic

If you tried to buy one of the coinsides yesterday and Paypal gave you an error message, please email me. Thanks to those that already bought some. They will go out tomorrow. Future coinsides from Ben Mazer and Elisa Gabbert are forthcoming.

Ryan Manning interviewed me yesterday for Thunk. Really fun.

The Deep Moat is now part of the Boston Poetry Collective.

In February, one of my favorite lit mags, Guernica, published three poems by Serbian poet Novica Tadic (transalted by C. Simic). A book of these poems, called Dark Things, will be out in July.

Knives, Dreams

I dream how on a flat surface
I set down knives of various
shapes and sizes.
Already there are so many of them
I can’t count them,
or see them all. Someone’s being done in
by one of those knives.

Visit the most recent Action Yes for some recent non-Simic translations of Tadic's more grotesque work.

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Coinsides from Brave Men Press

Emily has printed up a little something, an ongoing broadside series available through Brave Men Press. We hope to be doing more of these in the future, but this is the very first of its kind.

Introducing the first in an ongoing series of miniature broadsides, we are calling the "CoinSides" due to their fitting inside a coin envelope.

This first one features a new poem by Brian Foley.

Each one contains a lithographic image and was printed in 8 point type set by hand and printed on an 120 year old Kelsey letterpress.

Printed in an edition of 24.

Actual size 2 3/8 x 4 1/8.


AVAILABLE NOW for $3.50, shipping included. - Click on this link to purchase.

Jan Gardner of the The Boston Globe announces The Deep Moat Reading Series in her Off The Shelf column.

REMEMBER! The first installment of the Moat is this Saturday with Heather Christle, Matthew Klane, and Claire Donato.

Sweet Hot Air

From the Greying Ghost blog, an animated excerpt from Kathryn Regina's upcoming chapbook, I AM IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW. It's about hot air balloons, or not. Totally incredible. I'm sold.



I Am In the Air Right Now from Greg Lytle on Vimeo.

Meant to be read fast

These Elaine Equi poems from the new PAX AMERICANA are fucking great. Here is one, meant to be read fast-

HURRY THE FUCK UP

C’mon, you can walk a mile
in fifteen minutes – one-legged.
Now get going.

SUB LIT & Outtakes

The new issue of SUB-LIT is out. I have three poems in it.

Rauan K also rented a room. He paid with the words "cathedral meat". Awesome.

There are also these poems by Nick Mcrae that I like.

My poems are from the manuscript called THE BLACK EYE. I hope people say it fast and think its called THE BLACK GUY.

Since submitting these poems I have made some changes to them. Sitting with them and then putting them into a body of work has made me re-perceive the way their own individual bodies appear. Keith recently made some thoughts about appearances, how they develop from magazine to book. I have a lot of poems that I send out and then reedit. I have been in a constant state of redevelopment. Like a city. That's two cities metaphors in two blog posts.

Still though, It's interesting to have more than one version of a poem appear in public. I've always been a fan of outtakes.

Here is what one of the poems in SUB-LIT now looks like in THE BLACK EYE. Less formal, better architecture. Either way, I'm grateful to Michael Ogletree for considering me for SL.

In Morning Darkness

Behind a high barred window, the lamp in a cage.
Mistakes made certain in honey darkness.
You don't acknowledge the eagle who has landed on your blind forearm
as you reconcile with safety.
You must trust it like a morning darkness
to be gentle upon you
and not rip the wet eyes from your soft head.

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