I have written 21 poems whose texts are remixed from the text on cans. You can easily find earlier posts about them by clicking on the “Can Poems” category below. I haven’t said much about them lately because the text on most cans is limited, so it is now hard for me to find a can that has fresh vocabulary. I do hope to finish 25 of them eventually, mostly because that is a nice round number.
The quality of the can poems varies, depending on what the text on the cans suggests to me. I am grateful to Editor Jim Thompson for accepting two of them for Cacti Fur. The first, “Earth Fare,” is perhaps somewhat prosaic, but I like that it examines what we owe the earth. The second, “Apple Net,” retells the stories of Adam and Eve and Cain and Abel from a feminist perspective. I am quite pleased with it, even though it is a bit cryptic.
I am grateful to Editor Thompson for giving these works a home. This is the third time I have published in Cacti Fur, mainly because Editor Thompson has hit me up for poems a couple of times, and I know he likes my work, so I send when I can. I like the journal, which features eclectic, not overly esoteric poems, is free to submit to, and responds quickly. I would send more often, but the journal wasn’t open for submissions the last couple of times I had tried before this.
Since it’s been a while, I’ll look forward to seeing what Cacti Fur has been up to lately, and I hope you will check it out as well.
In the meantime, as a reward for your having read so far, here is a Doctor Who review:
My novel is now live in paperback on Amazon. Get it here. Come on. You know you want to know what it’s like to go to a purity ball, to sing in a living Christmas Tree, to attend a re-enactment of the End Times instead of some stupid Halloween party. All these mysterious rituals and more will be revealed to you when you read my book.
In the meantime, here’s another Doctor Who review:
Happy Valentine’s Day! Over the years Valentine’s Day has morphed from a day of grade-school insecurity over whether there’d be any in my box (in the 70s teachers paid no mind to our self-esteem; we just had to tough it out) to a day of spotlighting my romantic insecurities; to a day of romantic bliss because I never had to be insecure about love again (well, hardly ever); and finally to a less romantic day where my husband and I just try to be extra appreciative of one another. Since we’re normally fairly appreciative, this is not that different.
But while Valentine’s Day was evolving in my personal life, it seems to have changed for the outside world as well. My kids had to bring cards for everyone in the class. As they attained the age of romance, the idea that one should not trigger people’s insecurities became widespread. It was still fine to have a great time with one’s sweetheart, but it wasn’t mandatory, and not having a sweetheart was not a reason to be left out of Valentine’s Day. The Day became about showing love to everyone, especially one’s lover, but also especially people who might be feeling unloved. It now seems to be a day in which we all try to be extra appreciative of one another.
In that spirit, I offer two gifts to my readers. First, I have self-published my novel, The Jesus Wars, on Kindle, and will soon make it available on CreateSpace. I really believe in this novel, even though no agents or publishers did. It’s edgy, and I didn’t have a snappy beginning when I first sent it out, and I think it fell between two stools in the industry: it’s not literarily trendy because sophisticated satire is not in right now; and as Southern literature I don’t think it flatters the South enough (it’s not The Help). I did get an exceptionally kind rejection from Pank, in which the editor said it wasn’t the kind of thing they published but they liked it a lot, and he said it a couple of times and went into more detail than is usual in a rejection.
Here’s something about what the novel does do and how it came to do it. One winter I had just finished playing two awful church shows, and I suddenly thought, “What if these churches were in the same small town?” “What if these fictional churches started to compete with their awful shows?” “What if I could twine a fiction about some closeted gay Christian musicians through my fictional competing shows?” And, later, “What if this all had something to do with our entry into the Iraq War?” So that is how the novel came to be and what it is about. It is funny, but sometimes it is sad because I take my characters seriously.
That’s my first gift. Kindle seems not to have properly listed it yet, though they claim it is live, so here is a link. Please go and have a free look inside. If you like it, you can either buy the whole thing for $3.10 or wait a few weeks until Amazon allows me to lower the price in a tempting sale, or wait a couple of days (I think) and buy the paperback, which I need to take care of next. Or you can do nothing, but where’s the fun in that, and don’t forget you need to make me feel loved today. If you do read it, please, please, please leave me a review. Nothing would make me feel the love more.
My second gift is another Doctor Who review, which you can find below.