Ophelia was my true shadow. She’d follow me from room to room. Paisley was always more aloof. A few months after O passed, Paisles began taking up residency next to my desk when I worked. Even now, with all her pain and discomfort, she’s still hanging out by my side.

I should have brought a canister of iodized salt to my final thyroid scan, and when they finished, take a big swig and spike the rest on the ground Stone Cold Steve Austin style.

You might have to distrust your judgment more! Also, just got this bad boy in the mail! 👍

Fell asleep twice in a 10 minute period on the table during my thyroid imaging. Not a good indicator of how stressed and exhausted I’ve been. Something about the hum of that machine I guess.

Anyone need a book cover designed? I know a guy...

Ah freelancing. Nothing like begging a press to figure out why they didn't send you your tax documents because you have a tax appointment next week and realized they are the only ones missing. They also haven't paid for me for a project completed almost 5 months ago.

Got some devastating Paisley news today. I knew this was coming. I knew it would be soon. But I didn’t know soon meant soon-soon. I am not ready. My little girl.

Wrote a poem today against my better judgment.

Submitted my MS of ekphrastic prose poems this morning. Let's get that Poetry Month good luck, yeah? Yeah? ...yeah?

It's National Poetry Month which means you better send some poems to Postcard or the ghosts of Walt Whitman and Elizabeth Bishop will get you in your sleep on April 30...

Anyone need a book cover designed? I know a guy...

Recently finished building an amazing gift my wife got me for my 40th last year. Wife: Why am I fighting Gimli? I love Gimli. Me: Me too, but he’s a dwarf. He probably said something mildly racist. W: Yeah, that sounds right.

Every year this pops up and amuses me again:

This was a weird, wonderful movie. And heartbreaking.

This was a weird, wonderful movie. And heartbreaking.

In my interview with the provost yesterday I managed to talk about the Steve Buscemi fellow kids meme and organizing your books by spine color.

Finally watched short animated Gorillaz film the Mountain, the Moon Cave and the Sad God and good lord. I want them to do a full movie. I want more bands to do animated movies. I remember loving Daft Punk’s Interstella 5555. I grew up on the Yellow Submarine movie. More of this please.

I facilitated a workshop yesterday evening called “The Poetics of Water” and we had a generative discussion and writing time. I’m going to share the poems we read together and the prompts in a thread 💙

New issue of Salt Hill is here! This is the 24th (holy hell) issue I’ve designed!

After my first book came out, my wife (then partner) commissioned this awesome piece made from first poem in the book. Unfortunately neither of us can remember the artist’s name…

I’ve gotten 15 minutes of sleep since 4am Wednesday. Wish me luck.

Having my first multi-stage interview for a teaching job is showing me that so many other colleges/universities I applied to over the last 10 years really should have taken a chance on me...

I got less than 15 minutes of sleep last night because of a whole lot of (still ongoing) discomfort from a minor medical procedure yesterday, I’m behind on work, and I have an interview with a Dean today: AMA.

Randomly watching this masterpiece for the first time in 20 years. Forgot that it instantly gets bananas.

Few things make me miss living in NYC as much as Flight of the Conchords and Bored to Death.

When is the Criterion Collection gonna recognize the Nice Guys?

Maybe today's the day you submit some of your amazing poems to POSTCARD?

C'mon, presses, I've got this and 3 other MSs just waiting to be published.

Oooo. Got a MS rejection which is good news for all the presses out there that might want my book of weird ekphrastic prose poems written after Polish animations from 1950s-90s.

I have a second round interview tomorrow for a teaching job. What questions should I ask them?

Our first Swiss meringue buttercream. And a little lemon curd middle.

Our first Swiss meringue buttercream. And a little lemon curd middle.

Did something I haven't done in 4 months and forced myself to write a poem. Don't know if it's small enough for #smallpoemsunday but I'm gonna say it is.

Marie Ponsot

Weekends are a good time to submit poems to awesome postcard-based magazines that are actively reading for their 4th issue!

Think I might drop the print run of Postcard issue 4 (whenever it's ready) back down to 100 copies. I printed 100 copies of issue 1 and sold out in 10 days. Issues 2 and 3 I upped to about 225 copies, and I still have a lot. I guess the novelty helped with Issue 1? Or I need new promo methods.

You'd think I'd have a go-to author photo at this point, but I always end up scrolling through my phone like, "Where do I look the least like a joke?"

Please send me poems. Weird. Heartbreaking. Beautiful. Have fun with language. Put something strange in it. I don't know. Send me cool shit to read and maybe publish as a postcard.

Received 10 subs for Postcard from HS students all in a row. I'd rather we not teach HSers about submitting and focus on the joy of writing BUT if you're going to require them to submit to a magazine that (presumably) you selected as the teacher, at least explain the sub guidelines to them.

Please send me poems. Weird. Heartbreaking. Beautiful. Have fun with language. Put something strange in it. I don't know. Send me cool shit to read and maybe publish as a postcard.

Haven’t read much poetry over the last 15 months, but I have curated quite the reading list. Most of these are new to me. Hoping to get back into things soon.

Fun and inspiring fact about Weird Al's masterpiece, UHF:

A press hasn't paid me in 4 months and the accounting department is ignoring me even when I threatened a late fee. I look at their website, and one of the first things I see is an interview about how this press is fighting pay disparity in publishing. PAY ME.

I’ve collected so much ephemera and such over the years and I’ve wanted a cork board for so long. My wife got me one for Christmas and I finally went through and hung some stuff.

Now I'm singing "The Wellerman" in the one impression I can do: David Lynch. Fuck me.

Nothing gets stuck in my head faster than the classic sea shanty melody.

I'm still trying to put together a 4th issue of Postcard so please send me some amazing poems and tell the fabulous unaware poets in your life to do the same!

Just want to say I really hope One Battle After Another loses. Well-acted, sure, but the story is bullshit and I 100% understand why it's mostly white men who are praising it as their favorite movie ever made.

I'm still trying to put together a 4th issue of Postcard so please send me some amazing poems and tell the fabulous unaware poets in your life to do the same!