Cami Park

Posts Tagged ‘Sea Creatures’

Slap Hand

In Confessional, Poetry, Prose on February 18, 2010 at 4:25 pm

My contributor’s copy of Wrong Tree Review arrived in the mail, plus a fun bonus toy– Slap Hand! Sheldon Lee Compton treats his writers right. I haven’t stopped not writing since. Anyway, it’s full of good stuff, from familiar people like Matt Bell, Rusty Barnes, xTx, Stephen Graham Jones, and Ethel Rohan, plus others I’m not so familiar with, like Foust, K. L. Cook, and John Oliver Hodges.

Also, there are things that exist outside of America. I found out about Retort Magazine, based in Australia, from Laura Ellen Scott, and Jason Lee Norman turned me on to Narwhal, a cool-looking Canadian journal. They are now on my list of places.

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River pig

In Art, Poetry, Science on February 4, 2010 at 6:21 pm

Albertus Seba

I cannot see her tonight.
I have to give her up,
so I will eat fugu.
Buson

dispatch litareview offers it up

In Art, Confessional, Prose on January 2, 2010 at 6:58 am

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Subscribe to their mailing list by February 12th, and you’ll be entered in a drawing for prizes that include signed copies of  litareview‘s dispatch seventeen, Shane JonesThe Nightmare Filled You With Scary, and Easter Rabbit by Joseph Young. Also, the vimeo implies that whatever Joe is drinking up there (squid ink?) is included as well. I’m really hoping I’m the 6th winner.

Gottorp Kunstkammer

Around my bones

In Confessional, Music, Travel on December 26, 2009 at 12:13 am

I am made of other people’s things.

Dzanc all* Best of the Web in one place nominees – cont’d.

In List, Poetry, Prose on November 1, 2009 at 1:51 pm

*some**

Anti-
“Dawn’s raw scraping awful when you’ve become a mollusk without a shell again.”

Lee Ann Roripaugh, Sleepless Graffiti
Mira Martin-Parker, Flesh Eater
Travis Brown, Bobwhite

Blue Fifth Review
“You read yourself from cover to cover.”

George Moore, Survivor Tactics
Eileen Tabios, Alchemy at the Maykadeh: Dinner with Philip Lamantia
Yun Wang, Meditation on Hair

Cha
“She grasps my hands when I kiss her shoulder. As she responds she recites the recipe for cooking pork with honey. Use honey from Alaska, she insists.”

Nirmala Pillai, The Killing
Jason Lee, 45 Belgrave Square
Surajit Chakravarty, Taste

The Chimaera
“The battle of Ivy League sweatshirts/was raging behind us.”

Jennifer Reeser, Sonnet 23 from The Dark Lady
Rick Mullin, Distraction
Geoff Page, Seeing People

decomP
““I like your toes,” she says. “They’re like a frog’s—bigger at the tip, you know. Your feet smell.” ”

Jeannie Galeazzi, Aeronauts
Stefan Kiesbye, Home
Jessa Marsh, My Motel Week

Emprise Review
“I burned the sacraments.”

Michelle Reale, Snow Blind
Steven J. McDermott, Wheel Clatter
Barbara Yien, If You See Buddha On The Road, Kill Him

The Flea
“Hasn’t there been enough of dropping/The quarter hours and the whole in chimes?”

Stephen Edgar, Vertigo
Marly Youmans, Clock of the Moon and Stars
Mark Allinson, Hydrangeas

kill author
“He kisses me and it feels like a car crash.”

J. A. Tyler, jimmy and his Father and the Ways About Them
Emma J. Lannie, Proxy
Audri Sousa, you kept repeating the same patterns that alienate me so i went away from you and reenacted us with plastic bottles while the lesbian ghost tried to have sex with me

Monkeybicycle
“I think probably all past decades have some major drawback or another, but it seems like any of them would be fine to visit as a tourist.”

Meg Pokrass, What the Doctor Ordered
Angi Becker Stevens, If Everything is Inevitable
Dallas Woodburn, Numb

PANK
“Wrap your arms around me so I feel how small I am.”

Lauren Becker, You Should Know
Steven J. McDermott, Sliver
Brandi Wells, Instructional

Poemeleon
“My chest is a guitar hole/and I’m jacking up the music until the windows break.”

Jo Scott-Coe, Not So Gay at the YMCA
Diane Seuss, Baby goodbye
Lafayette Wattles, Soup Kitchen

Shit Creek Review
“Urgency clings like a silken lining against the air.”

Janice D. Soderling, After the Funeral
Timothy Murphy, Prayer for a Horseman
Michael Cantor, Death Watch

Sweet: A Literary Confection
“the air barely brushing the trees//the way you might touch the hair of someone/you loved once”

Geoff Schmidt, Otis and Jake
Jason Tucker, Kudzu Got Angry
Tim Seibles, 4am

Thirst For Fire
“The cleaning lady steps off the bus and thinks, “That man’s voice sounds the way shoe polish smells.””

Gregg Williard, Cleaning Lady
Nate Innomi, The Frame Maker
Will Spires, The Wall (on Which She Hangs)

**done

Their dreams they dreamed awake

In Art, Music, Poetry on October 8, 2009 at 3:02 am

an elephant‘s eyes smile –
mountain cherry blossoms
Buson


We are not freezers of bears

In Art, Household, Poetry on September 29, 2009 at 12:13 am

Hitler's Mustache, poems by Peter Davis

These Things
Peter Davis

I’ve been meaning to say something.
I’d love to go on and on about how artists aren’t conduits
or special. We are not freezers of bears. We aren’t
shaman or conjurers and nothing we do is mysterious.
I could just go on and on about how people are like
“it just flowed through me” and “it happened” and
“enlightenment” and, you know, the general
mystery thing and super good, good thing. It’s like
everyone is special. I mean, like artists
as prophets and whatnot, getting all deep
in the belly of the goodness shark, gnashing away at injustice
and silliness, being better, being more than, being
the Jones’. O how I hate the idea of Talent and Exceptional
and Gifted and Blessed and Touched. I could go on and on.
Or, I’ve also been thinking about family and how it happens
that one has one and one lives with one and so on. But then
other things happen, like not going on and on. Like not
saying these things. Like not anything happening.
At those moments I end up slightly confused, looking
at myself in a mirror and feeling like a dead god.

Mongo, Mingo, Mungos

In History, Mathematics, Music on September 11, 2009 at 9:20 am

Physics problem - How many hours to orbit Planet Mongo?

Mingo City - Flash Gordon Wiki

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Mungo Park

Something about jellyfish

In Art, Confessional, Music on August 7, 2009 at 12:01 am

I just like this.

Ben Grace

Ben Grace

No excuses.

Paperwork

In Household, List, Prose on July 2, 2009 at 12:06 am

DOCUMENTATION

I.  Assessment of severity

it’s like you’re an oyster that can’t make pearls

II.  Activities of daily living

make bed
scramble eggs
match socks

III.  Social functioning

you’re afraid of what might happen when you speak

IV.  Episodes of decompensation

no way independent
of
  the
 quality of stone