"This work is unlike any other, in its range of rich, conjuring imagery and its dexterity, its smart voice. Carroll-Hackett doesn’t spare us—but doesn’t save us—she draws a blueprint of power and class with her unflinching pivot: matter-of-fact and tender." —Jan Beatty

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Monday Must Read! Monty Campbell Jr: A Large Dent in the Moon

monty campbellMeet Monty Campbell Jr, author of Train through the Video Game (Shabda Press) and A Large Dent in the Moon(Foothills). Monty is a member of the Cayuga Tribe of the Six Nations. He grew up in and around Gowanda, NY, the Cattaraugus Reservation and Rochester, NY’s inner city. His work is also included in the indigenous poets anthology, I was Indian (FootHills Publishing, 2009) and Simpatico, On the Road (Simpatico, 2009).

Buy A Large Dent in the Moon!

http://www.foothillspublishing.com/2011/id21.htm

Praise for A Large Dent in the Moon

Erupting from the junkyards, dead eyed alleys and psycho-babble of our raped and compromised Turtle Island, Monty Campbell, Jr., incandescently stands for truth in all its flawed magnificence. A Large Dent in the Moon is a clarion call to non-Indians and Indians alike to get it together before we drown in a tsunami of exploitation, lies and mediocrity. Monty Campbell is a wichasha wakan for our times.  I’ve had the great fortune of reading through his book three times now and each time I was left shattered, awed and breathless.  May these poems be the first of many such incantations.~Paul Hapenny

This first book by Monty Campbell, Jr. makes a large dent, indeed.  Careening around every corner the reader finds startling metaphors, precision line-breaks, and enough poetic arsenal to supply NASA’s next mission.  Monty’s “music slides / through the genetic / garbage of a / Rochester alley…” His poems are Manifestos / written on / cell phones / portraits of / everyday / struggle” and “Rez Photos” where “all the skin is brown, / weighed / and forgiven…”  These poems are alternately sensual, despairing, angry, hopeful, but always crafted with love out of three decades of survival on the real side of America’s tracks.  If Lou Reed is correct that it takes a “Busload of Faith to get by,” here it is, achieving lift-off.~John Roche

From the Introduction:

I think that never have I read work by an indigenous writer in which so much is said about the beauty of Earth filtered through palimpsest-images of city, ghost streets, train tracks, and litter forced upon Turtle Island and our planet altogether.  It is beauty conveyed through loss.  I literally hurt when I read Monty’s poetry.  Yet, as I state in my blurb, Monty’s poems have led me to understand something about love which I never understood before.  When you read this book, I trust you will get why I cannot paraphrase any poems herein; doing so would strip the tropes, deep song, and enfolding spaces of their haunting realness, evocations and dreamscapes (if not nightmare-scapes).  It would do dishonor to that love.~Susan Deer Cloud

Read More From Monty Online

http://www.alestlelive.com/lifestyles/article_da20c15c-2faa-11e3-9855-0019bb30f31a.html

https://spaceslitmag.wordpress.com/2013/01/12/writers-reading-monty-campbell-jr/

http://www.amerinda.org/talkingstick/15-2/

 

 

Happy Reading!

xo

Mary

Monday Must Read! Amy King: The Missing Museum

amy kingThis week’s Monday Must Read is The Missing Museum, winner of the 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize, by Amy King.  John Ashbery described Amy’s poems in I Want to Make You Safe (Litmus Press, 2011) as bringing “abstractions to brilliant, jagged life, emerging into rather than out of the busyness of living.” The book was named one of the Boston Globe’s Best Poetry Books of 2011. King is also the author of the poetry collections Slaves To Do These Things(Blazevox, 2009), I’m the Man Who Loves You (Blazevox, 2007), and Antidotes for an Alibi (Blazevox, 2005). Her chapbooks include Kiss Me with the Mouth of Your Country(Dusie Press, 2007), The Good Campaign (2006), The Citizen’s Dilemma (2003), andThe People Instruments (Pavement Saw Press, 2002). Her poems have been nominated for several Pushcart Prizes, and her essays have appeared in Boston ReviewPoetry, andThe Rumpus.

King joins the ranks of Ann Patchett, Eleanor Roosevelt, Rachel Carson, Barbara Bush, and Pearl Buck as the recipient of the 2015 Winner of the WNBA Award (Women’s National Book Association).  She was also honored by The Feminist Press as one of the “40 Under 40: The Future of Feminism” awardees, and she received the 2012 SUNY Chancellor’s Award for Excellence in Scholarship and Creative Activities.

King serves on the executive board of VIDA: Woman in Literary Arts and is currently co-editing with Heidi Lynn Staples the anthology, Big Energy Poets of the Anthropocene: When Ecopoets Think Climate Change.  She also moderates the Women’s Poetry Listserv (WOMPO) and the Goodreads Poetry! Group. She teaches English and Creative Writing at SUNY Nassau Community College.  Her poems have been nominated for several Pushcart Prizes, and she has been the recipient of a MacArthur Scholarship for Poetry.  Amy King was also the 2007Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere.  Check her latest blog entries at Boston ReviewPoetry Magazine and the Rumpus.

She co-edited Poets for Living Waters with Heidi Lynn Staples,  co-edited the PEN Poetry Series and Esque Magazine with Ana Bozicevic and, for many years, moderated the Poetics List, sponsored by The Electronic Poetry Center (SUNY-Buffalo/University of Pennsylvania).  She has also guest-lectured and conducted workshops at a number of colleges and universities, including Goddard College, Naropa University, RISD (Rhode Island School of Design), San Francisco State University, Slippery Rock University, and, forthcoming this spring, the Center for Women Writers at Salem College.

Buy The Missing Museum!

https://tarpaulinsky.com/amy-king/

Find Amy’s Other Books!

http://www.amazon.com/Amy-King/e/B004GEYJGC

Read More from Amy Online!

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/amy-king#about

https://tarpaulinsky.com/Chronic/amy-king.html

http://yr.olemiss.edu/piece/king/

http://www.3ammagazine.com/poetry/2004/sep/king.html

http://therumpus.net/2012/01/death-is-always-a-rumpus-original-poem-by-amy-king/

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2015/08/literature-is-against-us-in-conversation-with-anne-boyer/

http://therumpus.net/2013/07/beauty-and-the-beastly-po-biz-part-1/

http://therumpus.net/2013/07/beauty-and-the-beastly-po-biz-part-2/

Interviews

http://www.bookslut.com/features/2010_01_015554.php

http://archive.constantcontact.com/fs143/1110349281835/archive/1121363131353.html

https://vimeo.com/37191825

Hear Amy Read

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3bunzTN3GY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijPfs3WEfbU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3OT8WbxWeQ

Happy Reading!

xo

Mary

Solstice Prompt <3 Memories of Lovers and the Body as Grace

20 June 2016

Here’s a solstice poem I wrote a few years ago, memory of a solstice back when I was a girl of eighteen, enchanted with a beautiful boy 🙂

This poem appears in my book If We Could Know Our Bones, from A-Minor Press

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Remembering the Body as Grace

We all live in a house on fire. Tennessee Williams

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I dream back the hot slow sky your body was above me, goldleafed and dappled in early sun, in those running heated days of baggy shorts, thin shoulder straps, loosed barefoot in the woods, where the world wore the soft warm pelts we tumbled in, skins multicolored scarfs we slid out of, slid into, each other. We were hungering home.

2

I wore some long breezy skirt, thinking Stevie Nicks would approve; in those days music made our maps, At a party to honor the March stars, I sat in your lap on Alan’s floor, after too much tequila, naming fish, aquarium after aquarium lining old apartment walls. Outside, a vernal moon split the day in two perfect halves, calling the first point of my Aries into startling alignment with your laugh.

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Thirty-one suns have crossed the celestial equator since then, science and memory rearranging, the Earth’s elliptical orbit, bending, changing, precession, axis tugged in another direction. Spring even now is being reduced by one minute per year, singing as it goes. Naked to the native acre, bone-clear, the body knows what it knows.

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Age has freed us from any need to hide, that sweet surrender of knowing celestial objects near the celestial equator are visible worldwide.

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Assuming the body as love, my body remembers—you sleepy-eyed and unshaven, hair long, lit by light breaking into that space, where we tangled like sweet-sweating animals. What we didn’t know then, spring sliding home into summer, we do now, having worn these faces, lived in these skins, long enough to comprehend gravity as grace.

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Make art about a solstice memory, about the body as grace.
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Monday Must Read! Carter Sickels: The Evening Hour

 

carterThis week meet Carter Sickels, author of the novel The Evening Hour (Bloomsbury), a Finalist for the 2013 Oregon Book Award and the Lambda Literary Debut Fiction Award. He is the recipient of the 2013 Lambda Literary Emerging Writer Award, a project grant from Oregon’s RACC, and an NEA Fellowship to the Hambidge Center for the Arts. He’s been awarded fellowships or scholarships to Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, the Sewanee Writers’ Conference, and the MacDowell Colony. He is the editor of the anthology Untangling the Knot: Queer Voices on Marriage, Relationships, and Identity. Carter has taught in Low-Residency MFA programs at Eastern Oregon University, West Virginia Wesleyan College, and Eastern Kentucky. 

Carter’s website

Learn More About Carter in this Long Bio! Especially love Carter talking about the role of books in his life!

Buy Carter’s stunningly beautiful book The Evening Hour

https://www.amazon.com/Evening-Hour-Novel-Carter-Sickels/dp/160819597X

The Evening Hour On the Way to Film!

http://deadline.com/2016/03/the-evening-hour-movie-cynthia-nixon-brian-geraghty-carter-sickels-novel-1201720860/

Praise for The Evening Hour!

“But no book has captured what Appalachia is like right now better than Carter Sickels’ moving and beautifully wrought novel, The Evening Hour. So up to the minute that it feels as if the novel is being written as you are reading it, the novel takes a long, hard look at the dark, wonderful heart of Appalachia and reveals it in all of its complex beauty, ugliness, joy, and sorrow. . . This is one of the best American novels of the year, and it is a major contribution to Appalachian literature.”-Silas House, Appalachian Heritage

“Absorbing… Nearly every character is an underdog, and readers can’t help but root for them, even knowing all the while that it is futile….Sickels manages to depict the region and its inhabitants vividly, but without condescension… As a backdrop to Cole’s story, Sickels weaves in subtle commentary on the political hot-button issue of mountaintop removal. .  . At a time when it’s easy for outsiders who are living comfortably to speak in terms of optimism and hope, “The Evening Hour’’ doesn’t shy away from the harsh truth that, for some, there simply isn’t a light at the end of the tunnel.”-The Boston Globe

Buy Untangling the Knot:Queer Voices on Marriage, Relationships & Identity

https://www.amazon.com/Untangling-Knot-Marriage-Relationships-Identity/dp/1932010750

Read More From Carter Online:

http://www.lambdaliterary.org/features/06/16/carter-sickels-honesty-compassion-and-grace/

https://www.guernicamag.com/fiction/wildlife/

http://appalachianheritage.net/2014/05/01/johnson-city/

https://www.buzzfeed.com/cartersickels/early-in-my-transition-two-teenagers-helped-me-embrace-my-id?utm_term=.hn56bEn4#.cuRWPND4

http://outcity.com/carter-sickels/

http://www.advocate.com/arts-entertainment/books/2012/11/09/saving-trans-author-carter-sickels

http://davidabramsbooks.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-first-time-carter-sickels.html

Hear Carter Read!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3driom6OZKk

Happy Reading!

xo

Mary

The Birds of Grief

This week I keep going back to a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, about grief, about sheer physicality of grief and loss. About feeling helpless. About how loss, no matter what, belongs to all of us. 

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I Want to Bring the Birds

inside, hold them in my hands, tuck them inside my shirt, claws and all, feel the sharp tic of each frightened beak, surround them with my fingers, cradle them against the cage of my ribs, whisper shh shh shh—until they each find and linger in their place: the titmice tatting nests into my hair, crested sparrows and juncos perched and singing from my feet, the jays who see me as so much meat, supplier of suet and otherwise foolish and useless, each take a shoulder, their alarm squawk sudden and hard as a couple of crows stand sentry on my back. The chickadees, those flying golf balls with their punk rock eyes and ebony mohawks, bossy and brazen, take my ears, letting me know just how they see this whole thing going, while the shy nuthatch hides, its cinnamon shadow disappearing under my shirt as it hops up my ribs and nuzzles in like a newborn near my heart. A pair of doves, and then another, their wings ash gray and spotted with apricot, nestle in on the soft give of my belly; I touch them with just the tips of my fingers, hoping, praying, they’ll teach me the tender songs only possible in the dark. One by one, they all settle in, on my limbs, my skin, feathering, resting, and maybe, so will I, settle for real, for the first time in years, as I hear and feel their heartbeats steady, slow, ease finally, into a companion rhythm with my own. Or mine to theirs? In my dreams, it doesn’t matter. In my dreams,we are the same.

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This poem is included in my collection The Night I Heard Everything from FutureCycle Press

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Monday Must Read: Dawn Lundy Martin: Life in a Box is a Pretty Life

 

DAWN-LUNDY-MARTIN-2This week, recommending Dawn Lundy Martin‘s Life in a Box Is a Pretty Life, from Nightboat Books. Dawn earned a BA from the University of Connecticut, an MA in creative writing from San Francisco State University, and a PhD in English from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst.

Martin’s first full-length collection, A Gathering of Matter / A Matter of Gathering(University of Georgia Press, 2007), was selected by Carl Phillips for the 2007 Cave Canem Poetry Prize. Her second collection,Discipline, won the 2009 Nightboat Books Poetry Prize, chosen by Fanny Howe(Nightboat Books, 2011). Her most recent collection is Life in a Box Is a Pretty Life(Nightboat Books, 2014).

In 2004, she co-edited, alongside Vivien Labaton, The Fire This Time: Young Activists and the New Feminism (Anchor Books, 2004), a collection of essays on modern theories of activism in America. She also wrote the Afterword, titled “What, Then, is Freedom,” to Harriet Ann Jacobs’ 19th century slave narrative, Incidents of a Slave Girl (Signet Classics, 2010).

Martin is co-founder of the Third Wave Foundation in New York, a national grant making organization led by young women and transgender youth, which focuses on social justice activism. She is also a member of the Black Took Collective, a group of experimental black poets embracing critical theory about gender, race, and sexuality. 

Martin has taught at the University of Pittsburgh, The New School, and Bard College. In June 2013, she was a was a featured writer for Harriet.

Buy Dawn’s Beautiful Books

Life in a Box is a Pretty Life

http://www.nightboat.org/title/life-box-pretty-life

Praise for Life in a Box is a Pretty Life

from Fanzine

“Shades of a Bruise: A Review of Life in a Box is a Pretty Life” by Paul Cunningham

“I think of the contorted poems of Life in a Box is a Pretty Life as themselves boxes. Imprisoned voices. Entering one of these boxes might feel more like something akin to giving one’s self over to crisis. Or chaos. How exactly should one feel about their participation in these boxes? I think it depends on the reader. The reader could possibly feel like they’re looking into a mirror; another might feel like they’re gazing down a corridor of Hell. Again, the reflection/refraction depends on the reader. Perhaps a reader will feel like they’re stepping into familiar territory, or they might feel explicitly uninvited once immersed within these boxes. Or even suddenly, violently deformed by these boxes. Defamiliarized and/or re-shaped by these boxes. Strengthened and/or bolstered by these boxes. One might also not know how to feel. These boxes might induce sweat, nausea, discomfort…”

Read the full review here: http://thefanzine.com/a-review-of-dawn-lundy-martins-life-in-a-box-is-a-pretty-life/

Discipline

http://www.nightboat.org/title/discipline

A Gathering of Matter / a Matter of Gathering

(Winner of the Cave Canem Poetry Prize)

https://www.amazon.com/Gathering-Matter-Canem-Poetry-Prize/dp/0820329916?ie=UTF8&qid=1465815730&ref_=la_B00823WJJW_1_5&s=books&sr=1-5

Read More from Dawn Lundy Martin Online

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/dawn-lundy-martin#about

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/dawn-lundy-martin

https://www.poetrysociety.org/psa/poetry/crossroads/new_american_poets/dawn_lundy_martin/

http://msmagazine.com/blog/2014/04/29/five-feminist-poems-for-national-poetry-month-5-modern-frame/

http://www.readab.com/dmartin.html

Interviews

http://lithub.com/on-the-black-avant-garde-trigger-warnings-and-life-in-east-hampton/

https://bostonreview.net/poetry/NPM-2016-karen-lepri-interviews-dawn-lundy-martin

https://pen.org/interview/three-questions-dawn-lundy-martin

https://www.loc.gov/poetry/interviews/dawnlundymartin.html

http://blogthisrock.blogspot.com/2016/02/split-this-rock-interview-with-dawn.html

Hear Dawn Lundy Martin Read

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5UX66tOxPM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0nIpt-B-lA

And So Important Today: Dawn Lundy Martin, Claudia Rankine, and Messiah in Conversation: Readings and Discussion of Justice Poetry

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BuFE5ybTFhM

Beautiful reading, y’all ❤

xo

Mary

Are you a fan of comic books and graphic novels?! Then you have to see Plume Snake!

Are you a fan of comic books and graphic novels?! Then you have to see how one of my beloved alums is changing the landscape of that industry, for creators and readers!

Visit Plume Snake, Inc!

What’s Plume Snake?

Plume Snake is a new service that allows members unlimited access to all of the creator-owned comic books and graphic novels in their growing library, A digital archive of creator-owned comics and graphic novels!

My brilliant talented alum Alex Odom, with his amazing team including Austin Jr., have been working to launch this new model of artistic community, and now IT’S LIVE!!!!

Just 5 buckaroos for full access! Check it out! Sign up! Get your read on!

And support these innovative amazing young Artist-Entrepreneurs! So honored and humbled to have worked with both Alex and Austin ❤

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Choosing Gratitude <3 A Poem From My Latest Book

Yesterday was a hard day. I am so disheartened by the viciousness of this political season, but thanks to the kindness of people yesterday, I am reminded that the choice for Joy is mine to make, that Gratitude is my way. 

Yep. Today is a better day, thanks to the kindness of people yesterday and last night, and thanks to the unfollow button, and thanks to my sewing and my crazy hippie yard, and the puppies, and my kids, and my beautiful sister Crickett, and to all the beautiful reminders of how Light is the answer to shadow, kindness is the answer to nastiness, compassion is the answer to fear, and Love is the way of it all.

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from my book A Little Blood, A Little Rain, from FutureCycle Press

Praise This and That

no matter the slip of time, no matter the hip that aches at night, no matter the growing silence that stands at the edge of the bed, waiting for you to rise into another day past fifty, another year past young. Praise the getting up, praise the shower songs to be sung. Praise the towel, the soap, the float of lavender scented steam. Praise the lingering edges of a dream you want to remember, and then praise the memory as it slides away. Praise the click and hum of the heater as it warms the day. Praise the robe like a frayed old friend. Praise the beginning of the day and the reminder that night can end. Praise the miracle of pockets, the chime of the chain and locket you string around your neck. Praise the giggle that comes when you’re glad that no one hears you sing in the morning. Praise the desire that keeps you singing. Praise the foggy mirror, the sweetness of toothpaste, the ringing clink of cups on counters. Praise the shuffle comfort of slippers, praise the arch of the foot and the more than half a century of walking. Praise the coolness of the tile, the remembered talk of children and their school day laughter. Especially praise the tender mothering of water. Praise the doors and windows, that they open and close as they do. Praise the light switch and the fragile bulb, the pup who shakes with joy that you’re awake. Praise the give and the take of family. Praise even that angry cat with her yellow eyes, who waits in the middle of the kitchen floor, looking pointedly at the door while the coffee brews, who points her lock-picking paw at you, as if to say, You are not, you know, as quick as you used to be. Praise the brown-edged toast, the seaside smell of butter as it melts, the cream that ribbons the coffee, the svelte red bird with its glass bead eye who watches you through the window that needs washing, wanting to know exactly when you plan to put out that seed you promised. Praise the music of his scolding, the way he ignores the caucusing crows. Praise the clothes, both clean and needing washing. Praise the sweater your mother gave you, the one you thought you hated but know now feels like love. Praise the practicality of closets, the keys that jingle as you claim them. Praise the rituals as you name them. Praise the doorway where you linger, to look back at the tumble of sheets you’re grateful to have but haven’t straightened. Praise the way your throat thickens, the elevator drop of your heart, praise the tears of remembering when. Praise all things, the beginning and the end. Praise the struggle and the storm, praise the sun that follows, that ladder of light from window to floor. Praise the constancy of both the living and the dead. Praise knowing how to live and learning how to die. Praise even the cold side of the bed, where love used to lie. Praise the door as you close it. Praise the gratitude you feel, for the warm, for the loss, but especially for the love, for having had the chance, if even just for a time, to know it.

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Newest Book Released! A Little Blood, A Little Rain

And it’s out!!!! So excited and thrilled to let y’all know that my newest book, A Little Blood, A little Rain, is now available from FutureCycle Press!!!!!

Thanks and so much Love to Diane Kistner, Robert S. King, and all the good folks at FutureCycle Press, and to Carmel Mawle and Jonathan Kevin Rice for their kind blurbage, and to all of you for inspirin me constantly the way you do! ❤
 
I’ll be looking into setting up some readings once I survive exams LOL but for now, this crazy lil book of prose poems is available here!
Woot!!
 
Be sure to check out the full catalog of titles at FutureCycle 🙂 I’m humbled to be in such amazing company ❤ 
 
 
 

 

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Monday Must Read! Callista Buchen: The Bloody Planet

Monday Must Read! Callista Buchen: The Bloody Planet

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Photo Credit: Megan Kearney

This week meet Callista Buchen, author of poetry chapbooks The Bloody Planet (Black Lawrence Press, October 2015) and Double-Mouthed (dancing girl press, April 2016). Callista earned an MA in literature from the University of Oregon, an MFA in poetry from Bowling Green State University, and a PhD in English and creative writing from the University of Kansas. She is the winner of DIAGRAM‘s essay contest and the Langston Hughes award, with work appearing in Harpur PalateSalt HillCimarron ReviewFourteen HillsPuerto del SolSalamanderWhiskey Island Review, and many other journals. She is an assistant professor of English and creative writing at Franklin College in Indiana.

Get Callista’s beautiful book!

The Bloody Planet: http://www.blacklawrence.com/the-bloody-planet/

Visit Callista’s website and sample her new chapbook, Double-Mouthed, forthcoming from dancing girl press: http://callistabuchen.com/double-mouthed/

Read More from Callista online!

Diagram: http://thediagram.com/13_2/buchen.html

Thrush: http://www.thrushpoetryjournal.com/march-2012-callista-buchen.html

Kill Author: http://killauthor.com/issueten/callista-buchen/

Atticus Review: http://atticusreview.org/lost/

Blue Mesa Review: http://bluemesareview.org/issues/issue-26/bluebird-by-callista-buchen/

Alice Blue Review: http://www.alicebluereview.org/twentyfour/poetry/buchen.html

Arsenic Lobster: http://arseniclobster.magere.com/archive/issuethirtyone/310101.html

and in one of my favorite journals 🙂

A-Minor Magazine: http://aminormagazine.com/2012/05/21/on-mars/

Hear Callista read (With Amy Ash)

https://vimeo.com/99163516

Happy Reading!

xo

Mary

 

 

 

 

Photo Credit: Megan Kearney

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