an update!

I’m pleased to announce my poem, “My Husband,” first published by Court Green, has been selected by Sherman Alexie for Best American Poetry 2015. I’m completely knocked out by this and extremely happy.

A slice of failure pie

No, it’s not a metaphor. I baked a lousy pie.

Things started promisingly. I made the crust dough in a food processor. It was super buttery, but not unlike dough. Rolled it out, weighted it down, baked…. and disaster. The dough steamed bizarrely and stuck to the aluminum foil. Trying to remove it and the pie weights resulted in the pie crust tearing to pieces.

But it’s cool, right? I have another batch of the dough. I’ll just roll it out, bake it and instead of using pie weights, try pricking the crust all over. We’ll be fine.

Um, no. The pie crust was so buttery it slumped down into the bottom of the pan. I’ve never seen anything like it.

So, at this point, I have two failed pie crusts, a new and lousy experience for me, and I have a filling with nowhere to go. The filling is essentially pecan pie + chocolate, which I’m positive will be a winner.

So, I give up and go to the store and buy a pre-made crust, damn it all, return home, pour the filling, bake it.

Pie looks reasonably pie like.

Chill it, pack it up in the morning, take it to Atlanta for Thanksgiving.

Hello Thanksgiving family! I have brought you pie!

We try pie.

Pie is gooey, sugary, slumpy mess. Everyone politely eats it. We feel the suffering in our teeth.

Afterwards, I suggest we trash the pie.

We’re trashing the pie.

Maybe this is a metaphor, actually.

poem a day, 15 days

So I’m doing poem-a-day for 15 days with a great group of people: Brittany Cavallaro, Nancy Reddy, Casey Thayer, Jacques RancourtAngela Voras-Hills, Corey Van LandinghamJosh Kalscheur, and Rebecca Dunham. To try and keep up with my progress, I’ll be posting titles here. If I miss a day, I’ll post (missed) and hopefully make it up on another day. 

15: DEAD WIVES

16: UNTITLED POEM ABOUT BILL MURRAY

17: MURDER THE WORLD

18: MAXIMUM HEROIC

19: (missed)

20: (missed)

21: SADNESS IS ONLY THE FIRST STATION ON THE LINE

22. (missed)

23: HOW WE LIVE NOW 

 

Well, that went *badly!* I should say I’ve got some big life changes going on, so maybe that’s why I didn’t do so well this time! Better luck in the future.