Write About Now writing workshops

I am enthralled by all the writing workshops, and the sheer diversity of those who are leading them for Write About Now. Accessibility is increasingly important and WAN leads by example.

Please review the offerings and sign up for a class or a suite of classes – and mine too, if it intrigues you! Register through this link so I get credit for leading you into your own best new writing. Thanks, babes.

she wears bells, finalist of Guerilla Underground’s annual festival

My hybrid opera, she wears bells, will be part of Guerilla Underground’s annual streaming festival this Spring 2022! The opera, as produced by Palo Alto Theater at Palo Alto Community College in San Antonio, Texas, features a student cast and crew, with support from the college’s professors and staff.

Support independent artists and Guerilla Underground as they offer a space and the generation of new work. Tickets for the whole series can be bundled or, individual tickets can be purchased at $15. For more information about the series or to buy tickets visit here.

Upcoming reading : In support of Leticia Urieta’s Las Criaturas

I’m excited to open for Leticia Urieta as we celebrate her new book, Las Criaturas. Come here her new understandings of the monstrosity we hold within us, and how sometimes that is the only thing that saves us. RSVP for this event at https://buff.ly/3HFCRgw. Come through!

And buy her book at www.flowersongpress.com!

Nomination : Best of the Net

OyeDrum nominated one of my poems, “Hot House Flower”, for the annual Best of the Net awards organized by Sundress Publications. Many thanks to Founder and Editor-In-Chief Amarantha Da Cruz, who helps to lead the wonderful OyeDrum coven. You can find the poem and two others they chose here.

I submitted the piece in response to their call for poems about and around sex. It ended up being part of a wonderful online issue I’m proud to have been included in.

I wrote the poem in a moment of honesty with myself. Prior to this piece it was easy to lay blame on another, or to think my heart was noble but those I gave it to less so. In the poem I am not only responsible but the instigator in what could become an ill-chosen relationship.

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I’ll try to make this clear:

I’m lost.

I saw you weeks ago on the street

after years of not          you were just far enough

from the bar’s entrance   noncommittal

cordiality is the art of denial

from “Hot House Flower”