Saturday, January 20, 2018

Rinky Dink Press pocket-sized poetry for the people

One of the projects that keeps me busy is Rinky Dink Press.

It's a little DIY indie punk kind of press that publishes pocket-sized collections of micro-poems. Each folded zine has 5 or 6 poems that are limited to around 20-35 words. A few years ago, I noticed the call for their debut series and I had no idea who was behind it, but I loved the idea so I was eager to submit.
rinky dink press (rdp) is on a mission to get poetry back into the hands (and pockets) of the people – each of our single author collections can fit in your pocket, but we never sacrifice craft, and despite the tiny format, we refuse to sacrifice style.
In short, we’re a microzine press that marries a DIY attitude with skilled poetics and fine-art aesthetics.

They didn't get many submissions for that first series so my odds were good and they published my collection of poems about the clowns that were causing trouble in the California town of Wasco. Here are a few of those poems:

It turned out that the press was founded by a group of ASU students and their Professor who is one of my friends, so they asked if I would join their editorial team for the next series and I've been involved ever since. Twice a year we publish microzine collections from 10 poets and we now get hundreds of submissions from around the world.

We are preparing for the launch of series 4 on Friday February 2nd.
If you're in Phoenix, AZ come to our launch party at the new Local First AZ headquarters (407 E Roosevelt St, Phoenix, Arizona 85004). If you're elsewhere, check out our website for submission guidelines and sample poems from all of our titles that are priced to move at ONE DOLLAR a piece:

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

2018 acknowledges that last year wasn't skipped

Apparently, I went all of 2017 without posting on this blog, but Kelli Russell Agodon and Donna Vorreyer have organized a blogger revival for 2018, so a lot of us intend to post regularly again. Hopefully once a week. You can find a list of participating bloggers here:

So what would have been worth blogging from last year? I hardly sent out any poetry submissions, so I only got like 2 or 3 things published.  However, I did go to my first ever AWP conference in DC (thanks to a grant from the Arizona Arts Commission).

Since I'm not affiliated with any writing program and never even went to college, I always feel like such an outsider at those types of things. But it was very cool that I got to be involved in a great offsite reading by Five Oaks Press and Sundress Publications (because my recent chapbook Faithful as the Ground was published by Lynn Houston at Five Oaks).

I loved meeting the other Five Oaks poets like K.T. Landing and Peter Murphy  and all the Sundress Publications poets like Donna Vorreyer, Sarah A. Chavez, Krista Cox and Luci Brown. They truly felt like a sibling press. After all the outsiderness of wandering through all those conference room corridors, I felt at home in this back alley art gallery with these people.
I was also very excited to get to meet up and read with Charles Jensen who did the wonderful emoji blurb for my chapbook, since his new collection Breakup/Breakdown was also just published by Five Oaks.

I'll write more about my current projects soon.
Thanks for reading if you're reading.
And remember to check out all the other writers who are committed to posting more blog posts in 2018.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

80s SoCal Punk Behind The Poem in a recent issue of Chiron Review

I was excited to have a poem in a recent issue of Chiron Review (issue #101 Fall 2015) and several people asked me if the poem was based on a real photograph. It was and I finally found the photo, so I thought I'd post about the backstory.

I went to a local art gallery (Modified Arts) a few years ago to see an exhibit called "We Got Power! Hardcore Punk Scenes From 1980s Southern California"

It was a display of gritty photographs by Dave Markey and Jordan Schwartz, the proprietors of We Got Power fanzine based in Los Angeles who were at the epicenter of the early 80's scene. Candid shots from early shows of bands like Black Flag, The Minutemen, etc. 

(back when Henry Rollins had hair)

This is the one that caught my attention and ended up inspiring the poem in Chiron Review:

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Telepoem Booth Vandalized but Art Prevails

Poets have a natural affinity for phone booths.
Like poems, phone booths create private experiences
out of public surroundings. They both have the ability
to connect with people in faraway places.
Their perceived value is pocket change.

Earlier this year, I was excited to be involved with a wonderful project called the Telepoem Booth.
I recorded a few poems with David Crummey after Mesa's District 4 reading series for the brainchild of Elizabeth Hellstern, who found and purchased an old phone booth and had it re-purposed with the help of her partner, artist Owen William Fritts, as a poetry monument which housed recordings of over 200 poems from nearly 100 poets, including a variety of unpublished students and established writers. Hellstern even got the blessing of Allen Ginsberg's estate to use his recording of Howl.

The Telepoem Booth looks beautiful and inside is a "directory" listing all the poets with a corresponding phone number for each poem that you can dial up to listen (on a rotary phone!!).

Here's a link to the local NPR affiliate that aired an interview and story about it:

For several months, the beloved booth was located on the street in Flagstaff outside of Macy's Coffeehouse where pedestrians could dial up random poems at any hour of the day. But it was recently vandalized and forced to be taken down.

Fortunately, Hellstern and Fritts were able to restore it and find a new location, so it can re-open this weekend (visit it at Old Town Shops at 120 N. Leroux in Flagstaff, Arizona). If you would like to help donate to their generous labor of love, there is a Gofundme site setup for any amount of charitable contributions to help maintain the booth and to transform a second booth:

Every quarter helps.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Fathful as the Ground Launch Party

Although there have been a decent number of sales
for my new Five Oaks Press chapbook Faithful as the Ground 
over on Amazon (

I did have a launch event at {9} The Gallery to make things semi-official.

It looked a little something like this:

I had to publicly implicate cover artist Richard Bledsoe.

It was great to see lots of friends who are often too busy to run into, anymore.

I was also grateful to have one of my favorite poets David Chorlton read a few poems and to have a live jazz from the triple talented Mike Pfister Trio.

until future readings,

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Currently Reading: new Scott Woods book Urban Contemporary History Month

I was already a big Scott Woods fan, but his new book Urban Contemporary History Month (from Brick Cave Media) is some next level ish.

Starting at the beginning, the table of contents is the obligatory ice cream social mixer where poems politely curtsey and introduce themselves. But Woods' titles breakdance all over this list of page numbers like an Electric Boogaloo on refrigerator cardboard.
Of course I am eager to find out what poems are attached to titles like:

A Reverse Chronology of Sagging Pants
Jesus Wept, Then Sulked A Lot
Prisoner #74234 Speaks On Your Commute
Neil deGrasse Tyson's Love Note, Third Grade
Black House Party, circa 1979

Reading this collection of poems is the equivalency level of 3 or 4 semesters of racial studies courses, but Woods packs each page with more heart, poignancy, and laughter than you thought possible from the syllabus. Some poems give you a Google Earth Satellite Hybrid view of the inner city libraries and forgotten neighborhoods that are the real soundtrack to Woods' poems about NWA on the big screen, Big Bang on the Boombox, and Buddy Guy in the Gospels.
Like this passage from "The Livingston Avenue Suite"

Streets littered like trash tornados hit them.
The houses have as many clapboards as people.
They eventually replace the sidewalks
but never the buildings, like Jesus is holding
everyone's lease until He gets back.

Shoes on a wire make the clouds
behind them look like they're running.

One of the undercurrents of genius in this collection is the running Choose-Your-Own-Adventure at the end of each poem. This creates an staggering number of parallel setlists to explore and adds new context to each poem that you re-read, when faced with choices like:

If you thought those were fireworks, turn to page 20
If you knew they were gunshots, turn to page 27

If you're still arguing that Pluto is a planet, turn to page 79
If you knew Gravity was ridiculous, turn to page 60

In case you're still wondering if you should add this book to your Amazon cart, I found a couple of sample poems online to give you an idea of what to expect.

These Aren't The Thugs You're Looking For
(first published at Freezeray Poetry)

Stormtroopers stop your hovercraft,
want to know where you’re going,
what do you have in the trunk.

Broken lightsabres, you say,
desert laundry.  Figrin D’an forgot
his gasan drum sticks at the cantina again.

Let’s see some ID, they ask.
You wave your hand, steel your gaze, stating,
you don’t need to see any ID.

They insist. You wave again.
They knock on your bubble window,
walk around your hovercraft.

You wave your hand again.
Didn’t realize they were looking
for any of your kind they could find.

A gash of light, charred dissent,
the desert wind wiping away your chalk outline
​like a Jedi mind trick.

If you keep your mouth closed, turn to page 21
If you know your rights, turn to page 68

Urban Legends
(first published in Radius)

If you flash your headlights at a dark car in passing,
it is a gang initiation and they will kill you.

Gangsta rap crawls into your ears while you sleep
and puts black people in your dreams.

The 13th floor of every office building can only be cleaned
by a black janitor with very good luck.

A chicken head once found a deep fried politician
in a bag of crack.

The sewers of New York City are teeming with extras
from The Warriors who got lost on their way to the set.

If you do not pass this poem on to five friends,
you will still have read more than any three congressmen.

Swimming in less than an hour after you eat cheese grits
will cause you to sink to the bottom and drown, but with a smile.

Over a dozen black morning radio show cruise ships
have gone missing in the Bermuda Triangle.

If you lock a hundred monkeys in a room with typewriters,
a hundred monkeys will type Lil Wayne lyrics.

If you stand in front of a mirror and chant the word
“Obama” three times, Ben Carson will appear.

If you are Scully, turn to page 86
If you believe, turn to page 65

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Blurbs Without Words and My New Chapbook Published by Five Oaks Press

Proud to have my new chapbook Faithful as the Ground published by Five Oaks Press!

I'll get a box of copies soon, but it's already available on Amazon:

I couldn't be more in love with the cover art by Phoenix artist Richard Bledsoe.
Richard and Michele Bledsoe were were part of a collective that used to run a gallery where we would host monthly Caffeine Corridor Poetry Series readings and this painting (titled Among The Fortunate) was always one of my favorites of his. So I was thrilled to be able to use it for this chapbook, all these years later.

In the spirit of show-dont-tell, the back cover features this unconventional blurb without words:

The idea for this type of blurb first occurred when reading an article about Steven Pinker —
"This world-renowned Harvard linguist makes a convincing case for emoji"

Then it became obvious that the one and only person who could possibly pull this off was the inimitable Charles Jensen. It's an intriguing work of art in its own right and I love everything about it. Charles is the best.

Special thanks to Five Oaks Press editor Lynn Marie Houston for making sure everything turned out so perfectly.