goodbyes

Summer Reflections

Wow wow wow. And just like that, 5 months later, it’s over. I’ve been thinking over some words to pay respects, and I think brevity serves it best: cathartic, transformative, reaffirming, inspirational—interning with Copper Canyon Press has meant the world to me. I know I’ll be thinking back on these times again and again for years to come.

the baddest bunch of poetry publishing interns around

the baddest bunch of poetry publishing interns around

Moving to Port Townsend has taught me so much. I’m working on a large(ish) project I never would have considered/thought up if I wasn’t here. I'm opening up to newer forms and genres and creative projects. I've met some incredible people that have made this cross-country journey less isolating. I’m so fortunate I got to spend my first half of 2016 in such an amazing place. 

celebrated a poem's 1 yr by dressing it up with some pretty graphics (from "Vice")

celebrated a poem's 1 yr by dressing it up with some pretty graphics (from "Vice")

This may seem like a no-brainer, but I want to be more deliberate with my reading and reflections, especially with posting some thoughts/feels on this blog. Copper Canyon has been extremely generous and I've acquired a ton of awesome poetry books these past few months. I want to give them all the time and thought they deserve. I’m not thinking formal reviews or anything, just thoughts, favorite passages, and maybe an overall impression blurb... 

I’ll also be working like mad @ the restaurant (saving up that $$!) for the next couple months and then it’s NYC or bust (!!) Please send any and all helpful tips and/or love my way. This next move is gonna be even bigger than the last, so I'm soaking up all the good energy I can.

Hope y’all have a lovely summer! Keep grindin' out the goods and (try to) stay cool in this summer heat <3 <3

Waiting, Farewells, & Beginnings

I submitted (and am still in the process of submitting) to about a dozen lit mags for publication. I sent in 3 of my newer poems about wasps, metaphysics, Miami... the usual stuff. Here's hoping one bites.

I hugged a close friend goodbye a few days before he leaves the States. I'll miss him constantly, but now I have a solid reason to visit Toronto and mosh at DIY venues only the Canadian punk gods could dream of.

I started a collaborative project with my good friend and fantastic artist/performer/being Maxwell Thompson. Follow our process, progress, and regressive rambles over at The Memory Depot*

*(Want in on our journey? We welcome all feedback, submissions, and anything else you want to give. This is an open project. Open wide.)