"Incongruity" is up at Burlesque Press

my poem, "Incongruity" has been published by New Orleans' Burlesque Press.

Incongruity 

There is no rain beneath the shifting sea
where your teeth hold steady to the sunken floor

and appear strange to their old jawbones,
which argue separately against an angry moon.

Maybe you are still whole and stuffed with air,
locked in the belly of a whale

like Jonah or Pinocchio, fashioning wax candles
to watch your terribly steady doom—

in a panicked dialogue with God,
proof that you are not absolute,

and the parts of a universe still imaginary to me
will commit to its fables and prophecies,

and the sea will spit you out
the moment I forget the shape of your face
and the spirits I abandoned to bring you back.

"Cardinality and Clock Mending" is up at Burlesque Press

my poem, "Cardinality and Clock Mending" has been published by New Orleans Burlesque Press.

Cardinality and Clock Mending

If I could paint the tempestuous nature of siren calls
and the burden of the beast in mind,

how silently you slept so still on holiday
in the blue-bloated skin of the sea—
the door unbolted those seven days
I searched, so sure you were here, just away.

Mornings of absence in oscillations without
pale dawn, waking gossips between moon and sea
are those same allures I swear you heard.

When I brush my teeth thinking:
Undead. Undead. Undead—
there are moths in the mouth you left behind.

published at Burlesque Press

New Orleans' Burlesque Press is publishing two of my poems, which will appear Thursday and Friday of this week. "Cardinality and Clock Mending" will appear Thursday morning, and "Incongruity" will be up on Friday.

Though my poems are not up yet, my bio and photo are here. 

I'm not real great at bios. I never say that I went to school, and I never say I have a blog. I should say those things, probably, or at least something real neat.

I am very stoked because some of my favorite poems are being published by a New Orleans' journal. Not only is this because I love New Orleans, but also because two months ago today, Tim & I filed a marriage license at the courthouse in Tampa before we left for NOLA. We rented a car and had a wild time. We got matching tattoos instead of wedding rings, met some strange people, went to places that were cool two yrs ago but aren't anymore. We left early, on a Tuesday morning, on a whim, after we had a run in with this awful woman at breakfast, which Tim referred to as "the enemy". We drove five hours, only stopping at an old cemetery to visit Marie Laveau's tomb on the way, and stayed the night in Tallahassee, which is ancient &beautiful. On Wednesday morning we got married in the capitol building. There were no witnesses, just the woman that married us. It seemed like the whole world melted away & it was the most intimate, most romantic moment of my life. So we got married on 3 13 13 & in only the broadest terms, that is the secret story.

And that is the very reason why I am so so happy that such a cool press has taken on two of my favorite poems.