theonewholovestoeat said: LITERARY PARADOX: If you write fanfiction for your own novel, does that make it cannon?
Also, if you’re not a fan of your own fiction, you should move over and give the job to someone else.
Maybe you aren’t supposed to pick favorites when it comes to your own writing, but I have to say that my poem “The River Woodlawn” will always be near and dear to my heart. It marked a major shift in my writing. And now everyone can read it in the new issue of Storm Cellar. You can pre-order a print copy or buy a digital copy now here: http://stormcellarquarterly.com/2014/07/16/announcing-storm-cellar-vol-iv-no-1/
A taste from The River Woodlawn:
The boat is stuck on reeds. I will not mention
whose bones they look like. They’re not mine.
Or, they are mine. They are all our bones
and they wished you something else completely.
The gold coins are heavy in our pockets
which are the only part of us that haven’t rotted
out with holey spots.
The dumping ground keeps calling after us.
And sometimes it gets caught in the cochlea
inside our ears and it gets spoiled and molds inside there.
The dumping ground where you played
soccer with the skulls, where you found that baby’s empty casket.
All the babies we might come to get
and we are getting you instead.
I don’t need feminism because I like it when a man opens the door for me to enter a room. And then leave it again. And enter. And leave. And… enter. No wait, leave, definitely leave. Wait, I mean enter…
Confused Cats Against Feminism is a project of We Hunted the Mammoth:The New Misogyny, tracked and mocked.
Seriously, this tumblr is making my life right now.