My first published shape poem, The Labels on Shampoo, is in Ang(st)’s 4th issue, which can be read here. Ang(st) is a feminist zine with a focus on the body. The other works in this issue cover so many moods and styles. There’s likely something in there for every experience of hair. I’ve found some brilliant new writers to follow in this issue.
Funny side story: when I wrote this poem, I went to my local drugstore to take pictures of all the words used to sell shampoo (which, lets be honest, is just wet soap). I took so many photos, a guy at the store thought I was casing the joint. I had to explain that it was all for poetry. I’m not sure he bought it.
CENTRING OUR CREATIVE COMMUNITY
BTW, if you’re into zine culture, there’s some impressive work being done at the Wiggle Bird Mailing Club. There are a few different levels of support you can offer on their Patreon, but every level includes at least some of their bright, gloriously designed zines from trans and queer authors. If an ongoing monthly commitment isn’t feasible, you can also support them with one-off purchases at their Etsy shop.
SCIFAIKUEST is a journal of short form science fiction and fantasy poetry published by Hiraeth Books. The August 2020 issue features my poem, wings pulled to body. I’ve received my copy of this issue in the mail and its full of small bursts of creative wonder. If you like your speculative verse in bite sized form, this is for you. The issue can be purchased here.
The Daily Drunk’s Bob Ross themed call resulted in this poem, Paint, about watching a man that was all edges soften just a bit when he created. One thing Bob Ross did, intentionally or not, was give men of an era that demanded a damaging masculinity permission to be gentle.
If you’d like to enjoy some Bob Ross yourself, his website is here and his youtube channel is here.
My odd little poem, The Last Episode, is live at The Daily Drunk. It’s about The Office, Lost and Dante’s Inferno.
My poem, On Watching Him Work From Home, is now part of Lydia Horne‘s ongoing archive of micro-reflections on the pandemic, Pandemic Prose. Like a living anthology, this project allows people to share, in 100 words or less, the everyday oddness of right now.
A bite-sized poem of mine was published today by the delightful folks at Quatrain Fish. Called A Terrible Poem, I hope it doesn’t quite live up to its name.
Mineral Lit Mag did a prompt issue asking poets to write a poem inspired by, and using five words from, a Hozier song. My poem, Dear Heavenly Mother, is included.
Inspired by the song Take Me To Church, and the video made for it, Dear Heavenly mother is a missive and a prayer that examines growing up queer in a fundamentalist, evangelical household and community.
To read Dear Heavenly Mother, click here.
We are a weird species. I know this because one of the prettiest poems I’ve written is about peeing and it’s in a litmag called Taco Bell Quarterly. To read the poem, click here.
Called The Taco Bell Bathroom at Bathurst Street, the poem is about homelessness, what a body needs, the small ways we show kindness – and burritos.
(edited image – original by Michael McCullough)
This poem was written to celebrate Augur Magazine reaching their 200th backer on their Kickstarter. Yay! If you’d like to back them, click here. Even if you can’t, please share the Kickstarter wherever you can. And no matter what, enjoy this promised poem about space cake.
Happy Birthday to Me
by H. E. Casson
(CW: Food, family separation)
From here in space
I think of you
While eating cake
It made me stop
Is that I’ll never lick the blades
You know –
From when you beat the eggs
Flour, butter, cream
And then you’d scream
“Turn that thing off
And get this treat!”
(There always was a thing –
Off it’d go
And you would show me
How to lick
Between the blades
Until we’d made
A mess of us
I’ll tell you
Cake in outer space
Is soft and moist
To keep its shape
It floats and clings
The crew all sings
Happy birthday squeezed
And I am seized
By memories of you
And how I’ll never lick the blades
Created by a cake you’ve made
I traded cake for
And outer space is bigger than
The memories we make
Than the smell of chocolate cake
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