Kierkegaard (RIP) | Robot | McFeely | Riker | Leia
I feel strange about this poem now. I wrote it about my fear of Kierkegaard’s death, and when he passed away in December, a few days short of his 14th birthday, I was across the world from him in New Zealand. To quote my own poem, his demise also “happened offscreen”. I’m still quite sad … Continue reading Snoot
I’ve got a poem about eating bugs in this anthology: With You: Withdrawn Poetry of the #MeToo Movement. You can purchase a copy at the Peach Mag link above. All profits from the anthology go to the TIME’S UP Legal Defense Fund.
I’ve got a chapbook released through bird, buried press! The launch is this Saturday. (event link) It’s a selection from The Cyborg Anthology, with exclusive poems that aren’t in the full collection. The chapbook will be available for purchase through the bird, buried press Etsy page. UPDATE: Some photos from the launch (below) and click here … Continue reading Our Cyborg History
You find some strange things sorting through store rooms and filing cabinets in old Anglican churches. Recently, I came across a decades-old scrapbook with Bible stories for children glued into it. Instead of recycling the crumbling book, I brought it home with the intention of cutting out the images for art projects. As I pulled … Continue reading Out of Context Sunday School
The kids took a photo every day for a month.
Kierkegaard is quite a character. Here’s a collection of anecdotes about our special fella, obviously inspired by dog shaming memes.