Michelle Detorie's Blog

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It's true years are fictions of time, but only kind of. Because we are on a rock orbiting a star and that takes a certain amount of time. Markers are where we confront our role as namers. We don't make time; we notice light and dark. Our bodies are made of time: earth. The sun goes "up" and "down." We sleep and dream. Flowers say hello. The birds migrate. We change.

The ecosystem of a life

Many thanks to M.P. Jones IV for this beautiful new review of After-Cave in the Kenyon Review Online.





& thanks to YEW journal for publishing 3 chapters from Sin in Wilderness. Here is one of the chapters, "The Way."




also, here are some picture of some borage that I planted -- first in February, and then in April

The sky shifted its weight towards the horizon
and the masts of sailboats slipped under
the slouch.
I went to honey bloom
& I fed the wings to an imaginary star.
Could you meet me there? on the star?


In this after-life, I wear something other than my body:
a clear dress with all my organs
swimming where you can see.
We scraped away what was awful
and tried to cling to what was left
with our

Deep with justice. Deep with help. A bloomlet let go. Petals weeping

The hang-dog face. I made an atlas with notes from the old self.

That world lost -- rotting at the bottom of the sea. Will it come back?

Things lie dormant for many years but bloom again. It happens all the time.

What planet built a clock in its memory? Some type of forgiveness

That is just out of reach. Who would do

Longest night of the year and I am grateful for these poetry encounters that have occurred since I last posted. 



POEMS

"Heartsleight" at Delirious Hem

"Fable," "Acultomancy," & "Witch Dog" at Luna Luna

"Mutual Centaur" & "Hereditament" at Typo

"Their Days Are Numbered" at Entropy

"See? Monsters." at Gorgon Poetics

"Mayday" & "Cave Gifts" at Enclave

"This Summer it Rained Feathers" in

okay I'm going to blog for a minute like it is 2005.

my relationship to time feels very peculiar and this has always been true but somehow always feels new somehow as if it is different suddenly. as if at some point in the past I had a relationship with time that felt pedestrian and knowable. I do feel disappointed with myself for not having more discipline re: slowing down and noticing things,

1. Talking about erasure w/ Gillian Devereux

The Women in Visual Poetry: the Bechdel Test
Curated by Jessica Smith;

with Michelle Detorie, Gillian Devereux, Kathy Ernst, K. Lorraine Graham and Sheila Murphy & an afterword by Maureen Thorson

 2. “The Meat World,” “Solstice,” and “Blink Witch” + “Other” (chapter from Sin in Wilderness) + vintage video

 3. Reading at What's New in Poetry @ Real

Rob McLennan wrote a thoughtful review of After-Cave 

My poem "The River" (an erasure from the book-length erasure The Sin in Wilderness) is in the wonderful new issue of 17seconds

&

I'm so excited that After-Cave in on the December SPD Poetry Bestsellers list!

also, I'm *so* into this customer review of After-Cave posted on Amazon.