I’m happy to announce that my first full-length poetry collection NOTHING TO DO WITH ME will be released from University of Hell Press at AWP 2015 in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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People not places are haunted.
Who is in that chair?
I want to stop pretending.
I don’t feel like I’m pretending,
But I want to be free
Of this important feeling
Holy Hiatus Batman! We’re back! Come check out Episode 22: a universe in every heart with Sarah Certa! We discuss the impression of the image on the page, poetry, hip hop dance inspiration, writing through the noise, workings of the human body, objectification, and making brash statements that will hopefully turn out to be untrue, maybe.
Rumi
سمو جت بوقتها “)
When we have mercy, deep and abiding change might happen. The corrupt imagination might become visible. Inequalities might become visible. Violence might become visible. Terror might become visible. And the things we’ve been doing to each other, despite the fact that we don’t want to do such things to each other, might become visible.
If we don’t, we will all remain phantoms — and, as it turns out, it’s hard for phantoms to care for one another, let alone love one another. And it’s easy for phantoms to hurt one another. So when the cop and I met that night, how could he possibly have seen the real me for all the stories and fantasies that have been heaped on my body, and the bodies of those like me, for centuries? And how could I see him?
from JULIET (II)
You look at Juliet’s ever-thinning legs
and think of the electric
blue neurons pulsing inside them
like the intestines of insects,
strung out and licking
against her bones, your bones, the bones
of people in Gaza, all those skulls
crushed in rubble, their brain-dead brains
oozing down into the dirt.
You shake your head. No more raping tonight.
Tonight you are thankful
Juliet is safe. You take a sleeping pill
and imagine it floating
down into your belly
like Jesus’ pinky nail.
You turn off all the lights
and lie down on the sofa, take another pill
and watch it do soft somersaults
like a baby astronaut
down behind your eyes
By Charlie
Dear Teenager,
I don’t know which is more enraging: to be told that you’re like this because of what happened, or to be told that something happened because you’re like this.
“This” is transgender.
Everyone wants to know why, wants to find some reason or explanation. Is…