Each day is a rabbit.
Everything is an uncomfortable list;
it is everything that is uncomfortable,
this is the point. Hummingbird, whale,
rabbit, deer, dog, goldfinch—there is never
any future point, there is just now
and the next thing. A crown brain.
The next cradle mole burrowing,
the next thing: pain. The next thing: seed.
The next thing on the cloud. The next thing
you don’t want to know. The next goldfinch.
You are so beautiful to me, you have always
been a UFO to me. You have always been
a wave of mud to me. You have always. Been.
Spider. Switching ambulances. Death.
What do you see through me?
What do you make of it?
String and lanyards. What is my name?
Every day is a dog. I guess you caught rabies.
What is your “job,” the “enemy”, flint?
Where is the next holographic deer,
she is vain and bitter in daisy puffs. Where
is the riverbank, the nerves, the grapefruit?
Each day is a whale.
It is everything whole parted.
You are so foul to me, you have
always been a parcel to me. You have
always been ingenuous laughter. You
have always. Been. What do we know
about your egg energy: what do we know about
eggs? Storms are your favorite and longing
is the best way to write a poem.
I transcontinentally conversed with the publisher/director of Mutable Sound books (and music) to discuss my newest book, SPINY RETINAS. Check it out.
Amy Catanzano, author of Starlight in Two Million, discusses poets whose works use science (“from [the perspective of the] investigative, speculative, conceptual, documentary, and more) to “science as a form of address to and from the notion of the other.”
My work is featured at the end of this insightful piece and a poem line of mine used as its title. Check it out.
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I’m writing a new poetry chapbook and it addresses what is happening in Ukraine from the perspective of a Lithuanian-American (as we watch news events unfold daily, the West and Russia’s once-somewhat-civil ties unravel). I’m using the metaphor of lack of clarity (or vision, or even precision) via a mythological group of female Baltic snipers. I’m already deep into it, having begun it several months back in the spring. I found a potential cover by a phenomenal artist, Chelsea Brown (see her work below), from the West coast. I’m waiting to hear from multiple trusted sources regarding feedback on this manuscript. My goal with it is to tap into some of my cultural past and utilize it as a place to begin writing poems from (now blatantly, whereas before this, subtly)…I am inspired by having worked with Nikky Finney almost 14 years ago in a summer workshop. It’s time to tap into the Lithuanian voice inside me in such a way that it confronts my cultural duality — who was I before, hidden, who am I now that I see the Baltic nations once again potentially threatened by a former Soviet KGB “leader” determined to bring us back into the throes of another Cold War…
I uploaded 23 tracks from my OLD OLD spoken word EP, Opaque Lunacy here.
Opaque Lunacy was a spoken word project from 2004-2008.
I am reading poems here from a never-released collection (23 poems). The quality is just ok (I did most of the mixing myself and I’m not a sound engineer by any means)!
Word from my publisher at Mutable: SPINY RETINAS is going to be ready for your consumption by May! Very excited about the release of this book. I wrote it in 2006/2007/2008 and I waited for the universe to send me the right press to publish this wacky epic prose poem. Stay tuned!