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What a lax creature I have been on this blog! After a long absence, I have finally updated my Lit Landscapes archive. New interviews by Jennifer Still, Lilian Necakov, and Rod Pederson. Interviews with Joe Blades and derek beaulieu forthcoming.

In other news, this is happening:

My first full length poetry collection is being launched this spring (BookThug).  Lovely cover design by Mark Goldstein. Launch details soon.

two weeks left! (right? right!)

Only two weeks until the cartywheel chapbook deadline of Nov. 1st (we must commune with our dear saints):

[p.s. for my lovely aunts, great-aunts, grandfather, grandmother, great-uncle. #beatcancer  (]

open call for cartwheels: chapbook

cart·wheel (kärthwl, -wl)
n. 1. A handspring in which the body turns over sideways with the arms and legs spread like the spokes of a wheel. 2. Slang A large coin, such as a silver dollar.

An open call for cartwheels: poems or quite short fiction relating to the cyclic, cartwheels, cart wheels, or any variation thereof. Loose interpretations are quite acceptable. (For example: cartwheels, but also cart wheels (see: cart, vehicle for transport), cartwheel hats, saint catherine and her wheel, catherine wheels, cartwheel coronal ejections, cartwheel neurons, cartwheel galaxies, cartwheel silver dollars, anything  related to the cyclic, etc, etc, etc.)

I’ll put together a chappy/book with accepted submissions. I’m a bookbinder/typophile and I make decent-looking books. (Know my way round a skiver and the trickeries of InDesign.) Payment = copies of said volume when complete. Expect a small run under the genteel auspices of cartywheel press, early to mid 2011.

The character of submissions will determine my choice of binding style, but I’m leaning towards something a bit more labour-intensive that your typical stapled/sewn chapbook.

Show-offs, show-boats and other spasmodic episodics greatly encouraged. Submissions can be sent to: Deadline: November 1st — we must commune with the saints.

biblio non-grata

Cartwheel Annie • Cartwheels in a Sari: A Memoir of Growing Up Cult • Cartwheel to the Moon: My Sicilian Childhood • Cartwheels • Cartwheel Katie • Karen’s Cartwheel/Karen’s Kittens/Karen’s Bully/Karen’s Pumpkin Patch • Inversions: A Catalog of Calligraphic Cartwheels • Cartwheels in the Kitchen • Cartwheels, Therapist Guide • Bajo La Rueda/Beneath the Cartwheel • Operation Cartwheel: The Final Countdown to V-J Day • Expys li Lev 5 Cartwheels Wklg • The Secret of Cartwheels: Short Stories • Crazy for Cartwheels • Cartwheels: A Workbook for Children Who Have Been Sexually Abused (ages 10-13) • Cartwheels on the Faultline: Works by Twenty-Seven Sonoma County Women • United States Army in World War 2: War in the Pacific, Cartwheel, the Reduction of Rabaul • Cartwheels – Expressway II – Level 5 • Cartwheels Workalong – Expressways II – Level 5 • Cartwheels in the Sand: Baja California, Four Women and a Motor Home • Cartwheels on the Keyboard • Cartwheels Workalong – Teacher’s Edition: Expressways II: Level 5 • Gymnastics Manoeuvres: Flip, Kip-Up, Wallflip, Somersault, Handstand, Yurchenko, Aerial Cartwheel, Front Aerial, Hand Walking • Lenticular Galaxies: Lenticular Galaxy, Centaurus A, Ngc 1553, Ngc 1316, Cartwheel Galaxy, Ngc 5866, Ngc 404, Messier 84, Ngc 3384 • Ring Galaxies: Hoag’s Object, Ngc 1316, Cartwheel Galaxy, Ngc 1533, Ngc 1365, Am 0644-741, Ring Galaxy, Ngc 7217, Ngc 2859, Ngc 1291 • Sculptor Constellation: List of Nearest Stars, Sculptor, Ngc 300, Sculptor Galaxy, List of Stars in Sculptor, Gliese 1, Cartwheel Galaxy • Carlos the Cartwheel • Cart-Wheels • Doing Cartwheels on Doomsday Afternoon • Making a Cartwheel

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cartwheel: 12

c’est bien sûr qu’il ya tant de choses que je ne /something here/ touts le temps bébé (baby) mais bien oui wheeeeeeee

c’est bien sûr complicated fastenings drip drop dreck like say it was before then now also maybe possibly perhaps c’est bien sûr

muchthesame c’est bien sûr flood fever breath record high low humidex fat wrestled blue bonnet some bee sunflower wreck retch re: lumen or else sucker punch but then maybe c’est bien sûr not so much resonance sterile echo subtle procrastination of then/then/then but also c’est bien sûr there’s some unsettled cacophony police surveillance long time coming doomsday flecked dull unshone surrender chi-chi shining you know the truth of it c’est bien sûr baby (snake eyes) & you damn well know it


The weight blossomed without intention people no longer said she looked great. They told her they liked her dress/blouse/necklace/shoes. Thighs plushed out and plumbed, thin lidded lines pale white, her already plushy white thighs mooning glowing.

 She slept uneasily, on her side because on her back the weight felt like it was suffocating her and she found it hard to breathe. She she kept the food in herself and agonised over its digestion, the crinkly turns through esophogaus throat stomach colon intestine anus. Everything left a cold slimy trail on her insides. Her body resisted the shift. Creaked in the wrong places, sweated.

She read books about accepting her body for what it was, empowering books with bright headings and clear little cute fonts. She tried to believe them. She did not.

Her appetite had changed, it craved, demanded full plates. She looked in the mirror and hated. It was all nothing and she hated and it was still nothing and she hated.


The street is blurred and the wine is jet fuel in her, lit up, blood in the fingertips. Everything is warm and jangling and the Stone Roses are too loud in headphones and she doesn’t see him as he steps out of Kelly’s Pub and she bumps him hard (that pine smell that pine smell)  without thinking grabs his shirt his eyebrows leap she kisses him hard in the street and it’s raining. I wanna be adored you adore me I wanna I wanna be adored.

Then, of course. Statuettes on scene. Unfold diorama. Both drunk in the alley behind Kelly’s and she thinks its kinda like that scene from Sid and Nancy next to the garbage bin but then thinks she shouldn’t be thinking that so she focuses in on the kissing and his lips which are warm round luscious (fucking strawberries really fuck), she bites them and he pushes her against the brick then there’s more kissing and 

12.99 (the last tangent)




cartwheel: 11

a baby is a very young child a bird got caught in my throat a broken fence a child is a newborn till a month old a baby until he or she is about three years old and a preschooler between 3 years old and school a fragment of your twinned state a human infant less than a month old is a neonate a mattress aflame singed a stethoscope under my ribs a term may be omitted from a well-known kenning: val-teigs Hildr, the full expression is implied here: a window

there were feet trophoblast chorionic villi gestational sac yolk sac fetal pole rant flickering  flat blade


watchful waiting: related terms include expectant management, active surveillance and masterly inactivity

witchwork devils brew blood vow lit zap monster
heavy burden of iron mezzo-soprano keen thick

cartwheel: 10

there’s due course then there’s also a fixed lack of relative position spiral delicious over black angled highway there’s coursework to be done

you lost your maps I pinned them to your black pants you still lost them you didn’t care

I play pick-me-up with bits of this and that and those I can’t remember if we’ll get there in due course

suspended, disbelief flutters on guides by wire airplane engine conks out then kicks in

 trace my outline across a prairie then re-name me, hide m__   _____

                                                                                         ok disgeneral tendencies distinctive features in amongst is it enough that I am sorry for the harm I am not saying it was okay but maybe I had it coming

aped mimic of the right evolved things to say to forgive is divine to let go to throw the baby out with the bathwater cradle on the rocks ghostprint bassinet ether give me more ether

if a growth chart then a stunting unaccounted for a premise of forgettables we do not live we do not grow only hip skip stop drop hiccup

if you use the right words but don’t believe them if you use the right words for wrong reasons then it’s better not to speak at all better to de-evolve a mouth into slitwork but of course I am not an expert in speaking I am a beautiful relic i don’t mind telling you

you are accumulated sad a shine off the bumper a part of the highway I tried to avoid oil slick birds a locus mis-focus barren hen squawking merge where possible

over some city I smile I see  the furthest focal I do not want to land ever I do not remember anything anymore the eternal sunspots of the shyness kind

you misunderstand me it was not okay but could be maybe but then kindness is kidness is unfolding volute eye spiralled treads of tires tarmac iliac seeds we are all nothing there is only this