I have done the unthinkable and Asked For Help. Please clap.

Two poems out in the newest issue of Cincinnati Review, including the one below about how I used to do crimes, and how I feel about getting clean. cincinnatireview.com/samples/its-pa…

tender poem is tender, sweet poem is sweet: this is a piece about missing a friend.

I guess this one's after Louise Glück. It's a love poem.

Honestly being into conspiracy is completely necessary at this point at least to have a few people to talk to who are willing to break the tacit agreement to not point out how psychotically abnormal everything is now all the time, right out in the open, continually

An absolute whale of an essay worth every one of its words—a must read for anyone concerned about the ongoing laundering of genocide thru cultural institutions. joehalljoehall.bsky.social closes with a road map: how to judge literary orgs' responses and what to do about it. Amazing work.

Really thrilled to have this poem featured in Peste Magazine — it’s a love poem, despite everything. Also check out the other work in Peste, including some bangers by luminaries like CAConrad & Diane Seuss & poems in direct solidarity with Palestine. pestemag.com/read-our-poetr…

Rolling through Saskatchewan means endless kilometers of day-glow yellow canola meadows and periwinkle blue fields of flax I keep mistaking for bodies of water. It feels like driving through a colorwheel or a default Windows 98 desktop background.

We made it to the Alaska Highway! Now just 1,200 more miles until we reach our destination. Also look at how cute we are.

oh, no big deal, just a casual lynx sighting at the campsite this morning.

My debut hybrid memoir BAD FORECAST is available for PRE-ORDER. ⛅️ & I have BLURBS from the imitable Aisha Sabatini Sloan & dawnlundy. A "patient linguistic storm", a "blue-gray reckoning", a "cross-genre innovation." You can preorder now via Essay Press! epbooks.square.site/product/preord…

“human animals he called them, and having been ape, been dog, been mongrel, cattled and culled, i knew who was my brother.” In a more just country, a more humane country, this is the poem that would have been read from the DNC stage. Danez mizna.org/mizna-online/p…

Very exciting news out of Dayton, Ohio: I've got a new chapbook coming this October! It's about labor & love, hardship & hope, academia & america, DEI & other disasters. Thx to the peerless editorial eye of Rat Heart Nebula 🇵🇸 who took a group of poems & shaped them into a collection.

The beauty and the gall of stephanie cawley’s NO MORE FLOWERS bleeds through every poem — most of the poems don’t fit on one page, but this shorter piece is no exception. What a wonderful book to get lost in.

I don't have anywhere else to put this poem—doesn't feel submittable and doesn't fit in any manuscript—so it'll live on Twitter for a while. It's called "It was the animals" and is after Natalie Diaz.