Koss Works
Writing | Poetry | Art
So grateful for this publication in Schuylkill Valley Journal, Volume 54, Spring Summer 2022, of “Telemother,” a mother poem I wrote in my twenties (it has been refined). This is such a handsome issue. When humans kill themselves off and the apes learn to read, they’ll find this in an abandoned used bookstore and love it. So much to love about print.
Grateful to be in Up the Staircase Quarterly #57. This issue is full of great poetry and art. Poetry by these people included:
and artwork by:
Emanuela Iorga is the issue illustrator with multiple bullet-riddled images in a starkly graphic (not literal) style.
Also, reviews by:
I have four pieces from a magpie/hare series slated for my book, plus one visual poem that utilizes text from a poem, “Shoulder Story,” originally published in Rogue Agent. The other pieces reference or erase passages of Wuthering Heights. Find my page here, and read the whole issue here.
I’ve been taking a break from writing poetry and doing visual word art, including asemic writing/recycling from journals, crossword poems, and uncategorizable stuff, but I have lots of work coming out in the next few months, including some difficult abuse writing and some more visual poetry in Diode. It feels good to get back to painting and drawing.
This is nearly a month late, but I’ve been struggling with a photo I bought of Harold’s hearse (from the movie Harold and Maude) and finally finished it today. Was pleased to get accepted into Moist Poetry Journal, a queerish journal and feminist space started by Han Vanderhart. This particular sequence of poems was guest edited by Jennifer Funk. Check out my poem or ALL of the wonderful poems on the Moist Poetry site. Moist Poetry publishes a single (or sometimes double) poem three times a week.
Very honored to have this poem, which has had a hard life, in Prelude Magazine. It’s called “Slippery Gods, Not Things” and, well, you just need to click and read it. More art coming soon. Promise. And maybe I’ll even get some up to sell in the near future.
CW SUICIDE | Once a sonnet, once a not-sonnet, longer and in Entropy in a haibun, now reduced to this. Included is a photo of Millais’ Ophelia, which in its original form was too festively colored to convey the tragedy, imho. I started writing this in my head and with my camera in 2017 . . . With Max’s help. I hate it when artists romanticize suicide, and this wasn’t my intention in writing this. It’s more a poetic recording of an event and conversation. A distancing container.
