Thursday, April 15, 2021

Poets on Death

It was the poets who helped me the most when many people I loved died in the early years of AIDS. During the Covid-19 pandemic, I asked 33 poets to please share with us their thoughts on the subject of death.

Many thanks to Janice Lee and ENTROPY Magazine for amplifying poets' voices during this latest health crisis. Much gratitude to the poets who shared extraordinary parts of themselves about one of the most challenging experiences of our lives.

Please click HERE for the introduction

Please click HERE for Part 1:
Samuel Ace * Vidhu Aggarwal * Will Alexander * Kay Ulanday Barrett * Anselm Berrigan * Anne Boyer * Zoe Brezsny * Anne Carson * Angel Dominguez * Abou Farman

Please click HERE for Part 2:
Tonya Foster * Peter Gizzi * Raquel Gutiérrez * Sueyeun Juliette Lee * Jimena Lucero * Jo Mariner * Anthony McCann * Tanner Menard * Fred Moten * Eileen Myles * Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué

Please click HERE for Part 3:
Tommy Pico * Ariana Reines * Raquel Salas Rivera * Prageeta Sharma * Cedar Sigo * Christopher Soto * Brian Teare * Jackie Wang * Emerson Whitney * Dara Wier * Elizabeth Willis * Joey Yearous-Algozin

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Forthcoming September 7th, 2021

Surge of JOY from seeing the cover of my new book! Many thanks to EVERYONE at Wave Books for their dedication to creating beautiful books of poems! 

Please visit THIS info link.

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Ignition Chronicles (page for a forthcoming anthology)

A Note on the (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual for the poem "9 Shard," by CAConrad

for Anne Boyer

For decades, poets have told me they write their best work when they are depressed or from the pain when a lover leaves, something that steers them into melancholy. When I teach creative writing, this often comes up, and I tell the poets in my class that I understand, but I also believe it is not exactly what we think it is.

We live our lives with our list of daily routines, from washing our bodies to obeying traffic signals on our way to work. There is so much to remember to get through the day. When tragedy disrupts our routines, suddenly, all of our attention is centered on that loss. It is in the focus of loss where many believe they can write better: Focus, the keyword.

It is crucial to learn that the focus the depression offers helps us write, not the depression itself. After we finally understand this, we see how we can orchestrate any focus we want, to write whenever and however we want! (Soma)tic poetry rituals have given me eyes to see the creative viability in everything around us for the poems!

Depression never again has to be a catalyst for creativity! What a relief! If I had to be depressed to write poems, I would have stopped it many years ago. After my boyfriend Earth was raped and murdered, I created a ritual to overcome my depression, getting out of the melancholy instead of romanticizing its violence on our emotional and spiritual bodies.

Poetry can improve our lives' quality if we forego the fable of sadness and alcoholism as being the best tools for a poet. I chose one of my newest poems for this anthology because I hope my latest always to be my best. Having written poems is not as important to me as continuing to write them because it shows me I am still living in a state of awareness. This poem encapsulates many years of understanding how to trust my audience, corresponding, rather than connecting things for them. To me, by not entirely connecting, I am inviting the reader to write with me. The space around the poem is for the reader's imagination to flourish. Collaborating with the creativity of the reader is something I always need to trust.

The poem below is from a series I call "Shards." They result from a (Soma)tic poetry ritual currently titled, "Ignition Chronicles," which has a couple of ingredients I would like to explain. During the pandemic, I am in Seattle, Washington, which is part of a rainforest. It has more rain than I have ever experienced, with an average of 36 inches a year. I knew that a new relationship with water would be beneficial for me for many reasons, chief among them being to expand my emotional capacity to cope with so much cloud cover. Each morning I take my bowl of millet or rice with nuts and berries to Kinnear Park to eat beneath a pine tree. The rain filtering through the branches places a taste of pine in my bowl. A Steller's jay flies to join my ritual each morning, landing nearby to scream for a nut. It is the only voice they have, so I imagine they might mean, "Good morning," but it very much sounds like a scream to me. When I mimic their sound, they seem to approve, shaking their magnificent crest. And then I write. Then I watch the sunrise over Elliot Bay and gather pine needles for tea later in the afternoon. Hearing the Steller's jay and crows of Seattle awaken each day is reassuring that we all know to greet the power of what morning brings. 

Later, I watch the sunrise again in another part of the world on outdoor public webcams. I have watched the sunrise in Mecca, Tokyo, Istanbul, Prague, and other places each day, trying a different outdoor webcam, meditating on these shards of light traveling 9 minutes through outer space after leaving the sun to reach us here on planet Earth. Yes, illumination and warmth arrive, but so does the help it brings for our bodies to produce critical vitamins for bone health, among other things. I drink the pine needle tea while writing with worldwide sunrise each afternoon.

Friday, March 19, 2021

Monday, March 8, 2021

Occult Poetry and (Soma)tic Rituals

MANY THANKS to Sarah Elizabeth Schantz
for inviting me to conduct this workshop
And THANKS to Harris for the SPARKLE flyer

Please register at 

Class will meet May 22 and 23 


photo is a still from the Norwegian TV show Are You Ready?

Thursday, March 4, 2021

Saturday, February 27, 2021

a (Soma)tic ritual for life after vaccination

Part of my Resurrect Extinct Vibration ritual included listening to extinct animal recordings while walking in a spiral formation inside Walmart stores across the US. Part of the experience was noting how The Walmart Portal had the same items for sale, same music, same lighting, and same smells.

After I am vaccinated and begin to move more freely, my goal is to visit as many different furniture, home improvement, food, clothing, and other retail stores in order to write through their smells---from fruit and wool to vile smelling furniture and building supplies which produce off-gassing.

I want my olfactory to push me into the new poem. How can the nose do the work of touch, of the ears? What memory reinvents a present smell? What actions exist around the present whiff? How is it possible to build a Scent Cave in the middle of a busy department store and go unnoticed? How can dance moves smell their way forward?

Friday, February 19, 2021

9-Poet (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual

To celebrate St. Mark's Poetry Project in NYC during their annual New Years Day Marathon fund drive 9 poets created the ritual together! 

Watch the video of us reading 
our ritual at THIS LINK

2 new poems in The Tower Babel

Very happy to have 2 new poems in 
The Tower Babel Notice Board
Please go to THIS LINK to read them

Monday, February 1, 2021

I am on episode 3 of the Norwegian TV show "Are You Ready?"

For all episodes, please CLICK HERE
My love to Gitte Sætre and Frans Jacobi
More about Are Your Ready? TV CLICK HERE

The poem, "Acclimating To Discomfort Of The System Breaking Beneath Us," is online at Blush Lit Magazine, please CLICK HERE

Thursday, January 28, 2021

MR. SQUID! Thank you Mr. Squid!

What an HONOR to be on MR. SQUID'S poem mixtapes with Lianne La Havas singing a beautiful song! THANK YOU Mr. Squid! 3 (Soma)tic Poetry Rituals and their resulting poems. Please CLICK HERE to read and listen!

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

5 Elements Forming A Sixth

Each day this January, I am developing new relationships with natural elements. During the covid pandemic, I am staying in Seattle, so there is plenty of rain. I take a bowl of freshly cooked millet or rice or whatever I made that day out to the park bench where I sit and eat in my raincoat and hat—coating spoonfuls with freshly fallen water, which just dropped 3,000 feet from the sky onto my spoon. Water moving at 18 miles per hour to zero on impact with the grain. It is delicious and cool on the tongue. Each drop recycled for billions of years, rivers of the stuff flowed through veins of dinosaurs, ancient mammals, and our ancestors, from their mouths to ours. The sixth element is the imagination, which designed the other five. 

Another part of this daily (Soma)tic ritual includes watching the sunrise online in a different part of the world each day. Today I watched the sunrise in Tokyo via this outdoor public webcam: 

Eventually, I will watch all of these webcams in a row for 24 hours to witness the sunrise all across the planet, nonstop. The January rituals are the work I am doing to prepare for a larger one called "Ignition Chronicles." 

Two poems resulting from this new ritual are in ISSUE 8 of BLAZING STADIUM magazine. Please CLICK THIS LINK to read them.