Now I need to start thinking about places to read it. Festivals, book stores, women's centers. My summer trip next year is going to be more about going places to read than hanging out in the forest!
And workshops, I've got some workshop ideas too. Lots of things to think about.
Here's a poem from it. (It was published this last winter in Rat's Ass Review)
Carny
Why these memories
of punk mermaids
at the all night carnival,
copper nipple rings
turning green from corrosive air?
The barker rasped the night with insults,
the Stones blared eight track
static fizzy on car
radio, shaggy heads
bounced to the music bingo
and she said no and no and no.
But she must have said yes
sometime, some spring
break, some wild
party night
yes to Jack Daniels and crawfish
red on carny sticks, yes
to lying down under bleachers
yes to her torn heart.
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