Category: Writing

Hey ya’ll,

Just wanted to drop some AMAZING news that I got a few days ago (it hit Twitter first, of course. If you’re not following me, you should @suckasspoetry that’s where all the shenanigans go down).

I know I’ve mentioned that all last year I’d been working on a poetry collection called Song of the Sister – this is the one that’s a hot take on the Song of Songs (Song of Solomon) that is only a woman’s voice, set in a contemporary urban environment. It takes what I love – dirty realism and biblical studies – and mashes those two together.  It sounds weird, but I promise.. it works. I spent all this past summer putting together the book – editing, layouts, etc – and began submitting it to a few pubs. No luck, no dice – but after 3 or 4 rejections, Anxiety Press looked at this fucking monstrosity and took it!

So – this is a combined photo / poetry book – meaning, for each poem there is an accompanying picture that captures the mood of the poem itself. There are a total of 24 poems in there – which doesn’t seem like a lot, but – trust me – it’s a journey. It comes out July 10th of this year, and will be released on Amazon! I feel like this last portion will make life a hell of a lot easier for all of you.

Check out this cover!  I’m in love with it!

Hey ya’ll,

Sorry I haven’t been posting a whole lot – just a lot of ups and downs in life right now, and I’m trying to sort my life out – ala Shawn of the Dead.

Also been trying to focus on writing more flash fiction and submitting some more places this year. It’s been a busy month for me! If you’re interested you can find two new flash fiction pieces; one over at Terror House Press and another at A Thin Slice of Anxiety. Let me know what you think. Also, I got to hang out for a lil bit with the Bastard Sons of Oedipus over at their podcast… talking about sex, true crime, serial killers and some light politics. Check it out! So …yeah, that’s what I’ve been up to.

I’m finally seriously considering writing a short novella … a little dirty, a little dark, a little funny. A lot of people have been encouraging me – or outright threatening me if I don’t write one – so I thought, maybe I’d give it a try. I’ve got a few ideas on paper but haven’t really written anything yet. I’m not going to lie – I’m hesitant. I know where my strengths and weaknesses are …and the truth is I generally can’t hack long format… and I’m absolute shit at dialogue. But… I’m gonna give it a try and hopefully a few editor friends of mine can help me make it better. Fuck it, right?

Hope ya’ll are having a good new years. I’ll post some shit soon!

Filthy love to ya all,

L

Hey ya’ll,

I just wanted to post the link to the podcast I was on last night. Heads up: if you don’t like hearing about cocaine, BDSM, ass eating and cocks …..this might not be the episode you wanna hear.

Hey ya’ll —

I wanted to drop in again and let you know some cool shit that’s happened.

First: The run for Fuck It is completely sold out!!! I can’t believe it… what a fucking surreal feeling. Thank you to those who bough it, reviewed it and supported me on this wild ass journey. You’ve honestly made my childhood dreams come true. Just… wow. While you cannot purchase Fuck It through the publisher anymore – it was a limited run of 100 – I do have ten copies. Five of those copies are being sold in a bundle with my latest chapbook To Swallow the Summer and five are being sold individually. If you’re interested in purchasing one, please email me through my contact page and we can get that going!

Next cool thing: I was awarded the 2021 Excellence in Poetry Award over at Cinnabar Moth Publishing – you can check out their blurb on me here. Also I did an hour long podcast wth them which you can listen to below.

I also got this nifty little image to put here… marvel at it’s beauty, ya’ll! 

So yeah… thank you all for making this happen for me. You’re making the little girl inside me scream in delight.

xxx

L

Hey ya’ll, 

It’s with a huge sigh of relief that I can finally say that this semester is done. Finally. This has been the worst semester I’ve ever had – between travelling back and forth to NYC each week, and trying to work a full time job on the days I’m not in the city… well, it’s been brutal.  I got sick with a cold somewhere in the middle of the semester, had an emotional break down, and am only now starting to recover from the cold. I don’t wish this kind of stress and strain on anyone. 

Somewhere in the middle of it all, To Swallow the Summer was released – and I just haven’t had the time to promote it as much as I’d like.  Working with Johnnie has been awesome – he’s a lovely person, and was so patient with my bullshit (work, school, etc). He had an enormous hand in the getting this book together – the title, the cover… ALL his imput and I couldn’t be happier with it! 

I do have some extra copies right here in my little hand, so if you’re interested in purchasing one from me (complete with a little dick doodle) please either drop a comment below or email using the contact page and we get get ya set up. If you want to buy directly from the publisher and support their awesome asses you can do so at http://www.budgetpress.net

Similar goes for Fuck It! Oh – please email me or comment below if you ordered Fuck It and didn’t receive it. A few people have had some issues with the mail/customs on the US end and didn’t get their copies yet.

What else is going on?

I have a few poems, maybe a couple of stories to post. I’m for sure doing two book reviews that I didn’t get around to this summer, so keep your eyes peeled.

That’s really about it… I’m gonna go have a nice, long coma now!

xxx

L

I just wanted to jump on here and let ya’ll know that there are only NINETEEN copies of “Fuck It” left. If you’ve been waiting to buy it, now is the time (it’s also on sale!) because there will NOT  be another run.

Snag it here: https://newington.blue/product/fuck-it/

Come listen to me growl into the mic as I read a few poems from my newest chap, To Swallow the Summer

It’s four weeks into the semester.  No, five.

Right? Five?

Yeah, five…. and I am exhausted.

Bone weary.

Wrung out.

The only way I’m able to propel myself upward and forward every day is due to a heavily reliance on RedBull and espresso. My piss is literally orange.

Which is great.

I always wanted that for myself.

I forgot how much of a toll it is on my body and brain having to travel to the city each week. I also remember a time when I used to love being there – but now, the more time I spend there the more I fucking hate it. Everything is more complicated than it needs to be. Everything is an hour train ride (at least) away – and the trains are always packed shoulder to shoulder with barely any sitting room, let alone a place to sit. It take so much extra effort to just move in this god damn place – forget rest.

I’m tired of being packed in like a sardine. I’m tired of smelling stale piss everywhere I go. I’m tired of this high density population which robs people from seeing the humanity in others because you HAVE TO MOVE QUICKLY, NOW, NOW, NOW.

The only thing keeping me sane is the woman that I’m staying with out in Queens. She’s incredible, amazing, and I adore her and her family. I’m so happy to spend time with her. She’s got one of the best hearts I’ve ever encountered.

On top of all of this I decided to take a job… mainly because unemployment was cut off and I had sucked through all of my savings. I got bills to pay ya’ll and we all know poetry don’t pay shit.

So I decided to do package delivery with an not-to-be-named mega corporation. The job is easy, and extremely physical. Which is good for me; I got a few covid pounds I gotta lose…and being inside my head all day at school…. being in my body gives my brain a break. It’s easy. It’s a check. It’s whatever.

I just started my PhD application, too, and I’m wondering what the fuck I’m thinking. But hell… why not, right?

Anyway, I’m sorry I haven’t be around much. You know the drill if you’ve been here awhile. I generally don’t have much time to post until December when the semester ends…. but I’m still here, bumbling around.

x

L