The runes I carve into my skin for healing are your name.
Swamp Sludge Mountain Crust River Fingers Reaching
Reaching Fingers River Crust Mountain Swamp Sludge
You Are Here
Note: Didn’t get around to writing a micropoem for yesterday (gasp!) because I was driving all day to go see Mr. J (hooray!) I drafted this poem in my head while I was driving. For those of you not familiar with my work, I write weird poems about roads and roadkill. Long car rides across state lines are always inspiring.
Note x2: It’s a little longer than a “traditional” micropoem.
Public Service Announcement: a few of my favorite poems from Lupercalia are now on audio!
There is an option to pay what you want if you’d like to toss a dollar my way but only if you really, really want to. I want you to have my poems more than I want you to pay me for them.
The tracks themselves are decent but they are not digitally mastered or made with any kind of professional recording equipment. I always try to put out the best possible product but right now I can’t afford a microphone or rent a sound booth so don’t judge too hard.
I tried to keep the cat and traffic noises to a minimum.
After I finished recording my poems we had a French drain dug in our back yard and replaced one of the walls in our den so there was too much construction noise to record anything else but there will be audio versions of a few of my short stories coming soon.
LUPERCALIA TRACK LIST
2. How to Build a Nest
3. Wife of Lot
4. Mermaid Songbook: A Boat Alone
5. Mermaid Songbook: The Witch’s Song
6. Mermaid Songbook: Dead Mermaid Singing
7. Mermaid Songbook: Redemption
8. Little Girls
10. After the Flood
12. Twisted Myth
13. Mirror Angels
15. Things Tourists Love
Wander through the nameless city full of rebellion, desire, and viciousness. Jessica Halsey’s Lupercalia guides readers through the ruins of stories as they smash against reality.
The city is born, slippery and feral, and then it grows, collects and rejects a multitude of denizens that break and reshape the boundaries of mythology.
These speculative and fantastical poems represent the search for identity and purpose in a world that challenges the endurance of the human spirit. From the fall of Icarus to the loneliness of abandon, these poems represent how every mythological hero and trial are reflections of our daily lives.
You’re bleeding on the floor and I don’t want you to die. Get up. Finish what you started.
Be careful of her legs they’re the only ones she has.
The door was green.
Now it’s night
and the stars are singing
emptiness is the night.
Note: I loved planting snapdragons and daffodils with my mom when I was a kid. Now I leave all the gardening to her because I kill every plant I touch now. (Except for that one bougainvillea that might be a mutant or an alien.)
Note x2: getting these poems out later than I wanted to this week because I am finishing up my draft of Moon Shine! Next month it gets edited and then released in May. I can’t believe I’m still on schedule.