If interested in having me for a reading, class visit, or conference/festival, please contact me at lorcaloca AT aol DOT com

Monday, July 31, 2006

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Best New Poets 2006

Just got word that Eric Pankey has picked my poem "Se Me Olvidó Otra Vez" for Best New Poets 2006. Yeah!

UPDATE: Deborah and Amanda will also have poems in BNP 2006. Double yeah!

UPDATE: You can read the names of the 50 poets appearing in BNR 2006 HERE.

Congrats, TE Ballard!

Saturday, July 29, 2006

The Lexi Rudnitsky Poetry Prize

The Lexi Rudnitsky Poetry Prize is a collaboration between Persea Books and
The Lexi Rudnitsky Poetry Project. It sponsors the annual publication of a
poetry collection by an American woman poet who has yet to publish a book of
poems. The winner receives $1000.00 and publication of her collection by Persea Books.

Entries must be postmarked between September 1 and October 31.

Complete info HERE.


As a result of a generous grant from Indiana State
University, Snow*Vigate Press will be publishing a
printed anthology of the best on-line writing over the
past ten years hopefully to be released in August

Although the book will also include poetry broken into
lines, most of the material will no doubt be PP/FF
(prose poetry/flash fiction).

We would like to include around 3 pieces from each
writer appearing in the book.

If you would like to nominate your own on-line work or
work from others, please follow these guidelines:

Paste the URLs of 3-7 pieces of each writer in the
body of an email. You may nominate up to 3 writers.
In the subject line of your email, please type
"Submission to Snow*Vigate Anthology."

Send all submissions to dougmartin832@yahoo.com.

Work from any on-line site is acceptable, as long as
it has not been published in printed form.

Editors of on-line journals are encouraged to submit
work from their sites.

The submission period will be from August 1, 2006 to
September 1, 2006.

If you have any questions, please contact Doug Martin at

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Thursday Reading

Along with Gina Franco and Simmons B. Buntin, I will be reading Thursday, July 27, from 7 to 9 p.m. at Casa Libre en la Solana in Tucson's 4th Avenue District.

Gina and Simmons will be signing books.

Wine and goodies will be served.

Come say hi.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Sue Saniel Elkind Poetry Contest for Women: Good luck, Charles and Collin!

Poetry may be in any style and on any subject.
Maximum poem length is 50 lines.
Any number of poems may be submitted.
Entry fee is $5 per poem or three poems for $12.

Deadline: Submissions must be postmarked by November 1, 2006.

Complete info HERE.

Mr. Cheekbones Has Some Good News


Sunday, July 16, 2006

Two Poems

After a Death

Once there was a shock
that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.
It keeps us inside. It makes the TV pictures snowy.
It settles in cold drops on the telephone wires.

One can still go slowly on skis in the winter sun
through brush where a few leaves hang on.
They resemble pages torn from old telephone directories.
Names swallowed by the cold.

It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more real than the body.
The samurai looks insignificant
beside his armor of black dragon scales.



The man on a walk suddenly meets the old
giant oak like an elk turned to stone with
its enormous antlers against the dark green castle wall
of the fall ocean.

Storm from the north. It's nearly time for the
rowanberries to ripen. Awake in the night he
hears the constellations far above the oak
stamping in their stalls.

Tomas Tranströmer

Collections, Fetishes, & Obsessions: One Final Call for Submissions

We are looking for five or six more poets for our anthology
tentatively titled Collections, Fetishes, & Obsessions. This
anthology will be a showcase of poets who often return to the
same themes, subject matter, or imagery across a body of work.
We have already accepted a large number of outstanding poets
from an overwhelming response to our first call for work late
last year. Right now as we finish the manuscript and begin sending off
proposals to publishers, we are interested in finding five or six
additional poets whose writing focuses on one or more of the
following categories:

1) a specific actor or actress
2) a specific singer or song
3) a specific writer or artist, or a specific text or artistic work
by a writer or artist
4) a specific name-brand item
5) a specific place
6) a specific televison show or movie
7) a specific fictional character
8) a particular kind of food

Please do NOT send us poems about lost or unrequited love,
death, motherhood, lust, sex, racism, feminism, home, the environment,
the moon, animals, or alcoholism (unless they somehow relate
to the eight categories listed above). These were the most
popular topics we received in response to our first call for
submissions, and we've got those bases covered. The quirkier,
funnier, more bizarre, or more specific your particular obsession
in your work, the better your chances of being included in our project.

Please also remember that we are most interested in a things
that appear over and over again across a wide body of work. We
don't necessarily want to see the only 3 poems you've ever written
about Archie Bunker.

Poets who are accepted will be asked later to also contribute
a 300-500 word essay that discusses why their poetic obsession is
important to them, their work, and the larger context of contemporary
American poetry.

Please send 5-7 of your best poems in one attached document
(.doc, .rtf, and .txt formats are fine--please do NOT copy and
paste your work in the body of an e-mail, as this makes printing
more difficult), along with a short note about yourself, to Stephen
Powers & Michalene Mogensen at: powers@uwm.edu.

(E-mail submissions only this time, unless you query first for a
postal address. The postal address listed in last year's call for
submissions is no longer valid.)

DEADLINE: August 1st.

Friday, July 14, 2006

New Title?

A couple of months ago a friend suggested that "Asleep Inside an Old Guitar" had become too familiar to use as the title for my collection. Familiar? Well, it was the name of my first fab blog. Remember that blog? When I named names and exposed the corrupt underbelly of poetry contests? Wait...

I dismissed his suggestion, but now I'm beginning to think the title is too familiar. "Asleep Inside an Old..." Sorry, I fell asleep just typing it! I think it's time to find a fresh title. In that spirit, I'm going to type out any lines or phrases from my collection that might work as titles:

Blue Ghost
Dreams Ripening the Fruit
Like Cantinflas
Gather Enough Light
As if One were Dreaming the Other
Blossoms, Stigmata
Jade Geometry
Dusk Knotting into Stars
Pale Music
Black Petals
Beneath the Grass Green Mirrors Sleep (Or Beneath the Grass Green Mirrors)
Rust, Century
Mint Trombones
Black Fish, Slender Moon
An Arrow Pulled Out of a Dove
Ghost Undressing
The Looms of Mirrors

OMG: The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I typed "Throatlatch!" What a freaking sexy word.

Throatlatch: A strap passing under the neck of a horse for holding a bridle or halter in place.

1. The anterior portion of the neck.
2. Anatomy The portion of the digestive tract that lies between the rear of the mouth and the esophagus and includes the fauces and the pharynx.
3. A narrow passage or part suggestive of the human throat: the throat of a horn.
4. Botany The opening of a tubular corolla or calyx where the tube joins the limb.

tr.v. throat·ed, throat·ing, throats
To pronounce with a harsh or guttural voice.

ram/shove down (someone's) throat Informal
To compel to accept or consider: always ramming his political opinions down my throat.

1. A fastening, as for a door or gate, typically consisting of a bar that fits into a notch or slot and is lifted from either side by a lever or string.
2. A spring lock, as for a door, that is opened from the outside by a key.
v. latched, latch·ing, latch·es

To close or lock with or as if with a latch.

1. To have or be closed with a latch.
2. To shut tightly so that the latch is engaged: a door too warped to latch.

latch on to/onto
To get hold of; obtain: latched on to a fortune in the fur trade.

I think I just found a new title for my collection.

Some Responses

Rebecca: Mean Girl? Me? Thanks!

Steven: Review copy? Good luck. And I have no idea what happened to 14. Maybe it's hovering near C.Dale's crotch. Like a ruler.

Collin: the guy who wrote the ass-kissing email wrote me another email telling me how much he liked this post. Go figure. I hope he's a top.

Justin: Thank you once again for the letters. Marvin Bell is a wonderful poet and teacher. He taught for many years at Iowa. You should read some of his essays in his book "Old Snow Just Melting." Wait, I think that book is out of print. But some of the essays were reprinted in "A Marvin Bell Reader."

Charles: Back off! Justin is mine. But we can share that ho, James.

Daniel: I'm NEVER erasing this post. I feel like you've just kissed my cheek!

Laurel: Kiss, kiss. Latino is a panethnic term. Chicano refers to politicized Mexican Americans.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006


Reading Flyer.

Simmons did a great job with the flyer, no?

Monday, July 10, 2006

James Tate


So for you tragedy and comedy are not separate?


No, not at all. They’re in the same theater, on the same stage. That’s true of the best poems. You can’t tell where they are going to go. One can start with tragedy and end with comedy, or the other way around.


There is such a strong belief that tragedy is a higher form, that comedy is a low, temporary distraction, and that great literature must be solemn. What is the subversive quality in humor that everyone is worried about?


I don’t know. Most people don’t have a sense of humor in the first place. So if they find themselves laughing at the end of the experience, they are almost distrustful of themselves—like, what happened to me? Today, for instance, on the tragedy side we could easily be talking about the hideous effect of Hurricane Katrina on New Orleans and the Gulf Coast, or we could be talking about the Iraq war. But we can go out tonight and hear a great jazz band. We could spend a night with friends, laughing and drinking and toasting and saying how wonderful life is. Simultaneously, we all know that we’re enshrouded in tragedy, lies, and all kinds of evil. Torture, for God’s sake! And heaps of evil beyond what we can contemplate, and yet life is wonderful for those of us who haven’t been directly affected. So we walk around balancing the two all the time. I, for one, am not giving in. I am not going to walk around in tears all day long. I still want to have a good day if I can.
In my poems, I try—God knows, probably unsuccessfully—to bring that home. There’s a poem in my last book, “A Clean Hit,” where suddenly a bomb falls out of the sky and blows up this person’s house. And all of the neighbors come running down and they’re saying, “What the hell happened?” The guy whose house got bombed says, “Well, I voted for this president. They shouldn’t be targeting me.” They’re all trying to figure out what they did and what they didn’t do that could have caused this bomb to drop. Some of them think it’s a mistake. They say, “It happens all the time. Those reports pass through so many hands, by the time they reach the top somebody has gotten the address wrong.” So you can still have fun with the horror.

Brown Nosing 101

This post is for the brown-nosing poet who sent me an ass-kissing email.

1. Be specific. Don't just tell me you love my poems. Boring. I say that to other poets all the time. And I don't mean it. Be specific! Hint: I turn red when people praise my images. Red is good.
2. The "C" in Chicano is always capitalized.
3. Don't start your email with, "Do you remember me from AWP." Darling, I don't remember you. I only remember James Hall. Start your email by stating your name.
4. Do tell me "I can't wait to read your book when it comes out."
5. Dean Young is not King.
6. Don't ask me if I've read Lorca. Please.
7. Don't ask for the email addresses of my Iowa teachers. I don't have them. They sucked. Except for Marvin Bell. And there's no way in hell I'm giving you his private email address.
8. You believe in the sonnet??? Big deal. And what exactly does that mean?
9. So we both like men. That doesn't make us sisters.
10. Yes, I went to school with Spencer Short. But guess what? Even Spencer Short doesn't like Spenser Short.
11. Don't try to impress me with the ranking of your MFA program.
12. Don't tell me you read my blog everyday. Creepy. Though I read C. Dale's blog every day. Does that make me creepy? Hey, this isn't about me!
13. Gossip is good. Tell me all you know. I won't tell anyone.
15. Don't bad-mouth other bloggers.
16. Don't tell me Daniel Nester is white and ugly. I know that. But I like ugly.
17. Do send me a list of your favorite poets. It tells me a lot about you. I'm glad you're reading both Roberts: Hayden and Duncan.
18. Guess what, buddy? MFA=Mother Fucking Assholes.
19. I love similes. If you don't love similes there can be no commerce between us.
20. Yes, go ahead. Submit to The New Yorker.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Are You Ready for Some Poetry?

I will be reading on Thursday, July 27, from 7 to 9 p.m. at Casa Libre en la Solana in Tucson's 4th Avenue District. And I won't be alone. I will be reading with Gina Franco and Simmons B. Buntin. How cool is that? Gina and Simmons will be signing books. Wine and goodies will be served.

Do any Tempe/Phoenix poets want to carpool with me to Tuscon? Charles? Michelle? Josh? Eva? Complete Stranger? You guys could park your car at my sister's place in Maricopa (about twenty minutes from PHX) and then we'd get into my car and drive off to Poetry.

I'm lonely. The tumbleweeds don't talk back.

Good News

Cathy Park Hong has a blog.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006


I've been a bad blogger recently. O well.
I know Paul Guest's secret. Hint: Pasties.
Kate Greenstreet's first book interviews are freaking great. Simmons B. Buntin is the latest poet in her series. Simmons mentions me near the end. I come off sounding like a total bitch. Yeah!
Casa Grande now has its own hipster coffee shop. The end is near. Though the chai latte is not bad.
Paula, why don't you email me?
First Night by Richard Tayson.
Currently reading:
A Mnemonic for Desire: Steve Mueske
What to Eat, What to Drink, What to Leave for Poison by Camille T. Dungy
And no, Peter. That's not Rigoberto on the cover of his latest book. The guy on the cover is his gardener. His name is John Olivares Espinoza.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Just Out

From Publishers Weekly
This moving memoir of a young Chicano boy's maturing into a self-accepting gay adult is a beautifully executed portrait of the experience of being gay, Chicano and poor in the United States. Now an associate professor of English and Latino studies at University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, Gonzalez writes in a poetic yet straightforward style that heightens the power of his story (mariposa is Spanish for "faggot" as well as butterfly). As he describes growing up in an extended migrant-worker family, his youth in Bakersfield, Calif., and his departure for college, some readers may recognize similar characters and situations from his 2003 novel, Crossing Vines (University of Oklahoma). Like other gay coming-of-age memoirs, this one recounts the hardship of being an effeminate youth with a high singing voice and a penchant for cross-dressing, and the delight in discovering the homoeroticism of classic literature by Melville and E.M. Forster. But Gonzalez transforms these standard conceits into an affecting narrative in which his class and ethnic identities are as vital as his often painful metamorphosis into a fully formed gay man.

Rigoberto Gonzalez

Saturday, July 01, 2006


for a collection to be co-edited by Theresa Welford (editor of
The Paradelle, Red Hen Press, 2005) and Robin Kemp (co-editor,
The End of Forever: New Orleans Poets Post-Katrina, Runagate,
forthcoming 2006).

Interested in sonnets, villanelles, sestinas, light
verse, limericks, clerihews, parody, satire, dramatic monologues,
comic narratives, silly haikus, and so on. Poems MUST USE
traditional formal techniques.

Published poems okay if you own the rights; please let us know where
these poems have appeared. Send inquiries, or up to five poems,
as .doc or .rtf attachments, to Robin: route-me@sailpoet.com.
Deadline for submissions December 31, 2006.