& now my feet are maps

This Weekend…Least Weasel Chapbook Launch in NY

Jenn McCreary — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 03:32:33 +0000

Manhattan/Brooklyn/Queens people… I’m reading with some lovely poets (Sue Landers, Kyle Schlesinger, Elizabeth Treadwell Jackson, Jennifer Moxley & Mark Weiss) at publishing maven Karen Randall‘s launch this Saturday evening for the second batch of Least Weasel Chapbooks.

Who doesn’t want a Least Weasel?

Come over, come over, won’t you?

http://www.propolispress.com/leastweasel/

Fifth & Final Dusie Kollektiv

Jenn McCreary — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 20:52:07 +0000

Thanks to the efforts & magic of poet & publishing maven Susana Gardner, the fifth & final Dusie Kollektiv chapbook project is now available online for free download here.

Featuring new work by dozens of lovelies, including: William Allegrezza, Juliet Cook, Arielle Guy, Jen Hofer, Mark Lamoureux, & Kaia Sand, (& a collaborative pas de deux between me & Kirsten Kaschock). Go. Read.

Open Letters Monthly

Jenn McCreary — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:46:38 +0000

Cleave:, a new poem from a series called Enantiodrome, was the September feature on Open Letters Monthly.

Women Who Write, Audio

Jenn McCreary — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 01:38:42 +0000

The lovely Greg Bem just posted audio files of the recent Women Who Write reading at Wineo bar, featuring Mecca Jamilah Sullivan, Kim Gek Lin Short, & me.

You can listen or download files here. You can also find audio recordings of other Philadelphia poetry readings & performances on his site, Recorded Verse of Philadelphia.

Thank you, Greg!

Phillysound Poets featured on The Joe Milford Poetry Show

Jenn McCreary — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 13:53:38 +0000

This weekend, Joe Milford hosted eight Phillysound Poets on his internet radio program, The Joe Milford Poetry Show.

CA Conrad
Ryan Eckes
Ish Klein
Pattie McCarthy
Chris McCreary
Jenn McCreary
Frank Sherlock
Kevin Varrone

Listen here.

from, Haunted Forest

Jenn McCreary — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 12:59:46 +0000

X. So They Winked And Were Glad as the Day Grew Late

Gone beyond becoming, we filled
the house with phantoms & called
up monsters from the deep.

Buried the dagger, illuminated
the windows. Choked
the blinded alley with most
exquisite filigreed leaf
& vine. Making sense
of another dark night, I’m learning
to unwait.

from, Haunted Forest

Jenn McCreary — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 01:39:26 +0000

IX. A Part of This World, and a World of Its Own

It was time as a color, or my
life, in miniature.

It was sunrise & my feet got wet
in the dew. It was all the moon
did, it was my hair, full
of secrets.

A pocketful of frogs, the girl who
gave birth to rabbits, the happiest
crocodile, & party hats for all.

Chris McCreary & Christian TeBordo: Book Launch & Reading

Jenn McCreary — Mon, 31 May 2010 23:34:55 +0000

Celebrate the release of new books by Chris McCreary & Christian TeBordo!

Chris McCreary‘s book of poems, Undone : A Fakebook, is new from Furniture Press. According to Garrett Caples, “McCreary brings a tender swagger to his line, from popsong semiotics to lyric sequence to the mysterious ‘The Black Book’ mirroring the urban poet’s soul.”

Christian TeBordo‘s book of short fiction, The Awful Possibilities, is just out from Featherproof Books. George Saunders says, “Christian TeBordo shows that it is possible to be, simultaneously, a wise old soul and a crazed young terror.”

Saturday, June 5, 2010
7:00pm – 9:00pm
B2 Cafe
1500 E. Passyunk Avenue, Philadelphia, PA

There will be readings by both authors, & there will be free snacks & wine &/or beer. A good time shall be had.

from, Haunted Forest

Jenn McCreary — Mon, 31 May 2010 13:19:27 +0000

VIII. From Toys and Treats to Cages and Towers

I thought he said home
is other people. A gilt-edged
childhood, a currency
of tulips, a charm
of goldfinch, & so many
ravens— a conspiracy,
a constable, an unkindness
of. Too clever by half, we
invent it, & then
put it into practice.

from, Haunted Forest

Jenn McCreary — Fri, 28 May 2010 23:23:03 +0000

VII. She Made a Place to Sleep Inside My Ear

The walls of the house have become
the world all around & everything
an excuse to do
nothing & she is fading
from the margins & we become
inconceivable to eachother.

Despite common appearance, our words
have roots in different sources. Exercises
in mis-reading. The way moths fly
like they’re broken.