Next to my fellow Spoon River Poetry Review spoonfuls chapbook prize winner Luke, I look like I’m spoiling for a fight

Still hanging outside the party on this platform, as it were. One of these musicians is my kid, whom I love and of whom I am proud

long night moon, according to the infallible internet, is a Mohawk term for the full moon before solstice

Today’s Final Four vote tipped by this line by Avery Ferin: “‘Bootylicious’ functions as a narrative that punches upward from a place of fierce sumptuousness—a sense of self-empowerment that women, namely black women, have been coxswained away from for centuries.”

Libra season
#mcsweeneys

Maybe it’s the ghosts of September haunting me, but I’ve been hesitant to make a mark in this shiny new space. I’m feeling both these outfits, tho, too deeply to keep it to myself