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Anonymous: hey! i love your writing! you posted about the norman mailer contest a while ago and i was wondering if you would post your submission.

hi thanks so much! i think it’s bad luck to post pieces that are currently being judged, so i won’t be posting that piece until the winners are released in september. sorry. :[

1 week ago | 1 note

Hi, so a friend of mine is running this online writing workshop this summer, and I’d love for you guys to apply! I’m applying as well and really looking forward to seeing what comes out of it. :]

“Something VERY exciting will be occurring this summer: the first ever annual Adroit Journal Summer Poetry Workshop! This will be an online writing workshop/opportunity to share work and gain exposure to dark horse poets of the current and past generations. The editor-in-chief, Peter LaBerge, has decided to extend this opportunity up to 10-15 high school or college students and 10-15 adults.

APPLICATION DEADLINE: June 1, 2013
NOTIFICATION: no later than June 5, 2013


More info | To apply

1 week ago | 24 notes
may caged in her throat

She is fifteen this summer,
with her father’s whiskey on her breath
and her mother’s smile on her lips.
 
She is a fisherman’s daughter: sailor knots
and slick yellow gloves and bait that tremble in the bucket,
worms not quite dead yet. She is lulled to sleep
by the clumsy songs that the ocean lures from her father’s chest,
his voice deep and smooth like a fish spine.

Each night, her father tells her what the sea
has told him, and he pulls apart her braid
like it is something soft and fragile.
 
She is fifteen this summer,
pomegranate exploding, bleeding
like ink onto her skin. The fruit are ripe,
picked under the warmth of shaded, diluted sun.

She is a fisherman’s daughter: capable of knotting rope
thicker than her waist, capable of gutting
yellowtail and flounder with only a pocketknife,
capable of pulling on her father’s boots
and painting waves on her cheeks with her mother’s kohl.
 
She is capable of throwing the fruit against the shed
until they’ve made a Pollock of flesh and juice. She is capable
of pulling knots out of her own rusty, sunset hair,
and this girl is a women now, isn’t she.

2 weeks ago | 130 notes

first day of youngarts ny, so tired ugh omg it was amazing though (sorry i haven’t been around much lately or answering many questions, super super super busy with life atm)

2 weeks ago | 6 notes
Anonymous: I was wondering, have you ever thought of collaborating with an artist or photographer? I think it'd be really interesting to see! Love, love, love your poetry by the way.

I’d love to! Haven’t gotten any offers though lol. Thank you!! <3

2 weeks ago | 5 notes
Anonymous: 50% of catullus is really really erotic poetry what is that anon implying about you

LMAOOO

3 weeks ago | 2 notes
Anonymous: You seem like the type of person who would like Catullus? Into Latin poetry much?

never read any. :[ any recommendations? :]

3 weeks ago | 4 notes
Last day to submit to Winter Tangerine Review! Get your prose, poetry and artwork in! ⇝ 3 weeks ago | 29 notes
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