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July’s poetry has been published in a good number of literary journals and magazines. Here are a select few.

Aubade for Bad Girls Who Rub Noses Together, and Via Negativa, Coal Hill Review (forthcoming)
Dear John Cheever,
The Indianapolis Review
Via Negativa and The Secret Title of Every Good Poem Might be ‘Tenderness’, The Lily Poetry Review
The Great American Novel, Vinyl
+ and –, Lambda Literary Foundation Poetry Spotlight
Teresa of Avila, Patron Saint of Via Negativa and On Friendship, Your Impossible Voice
University of Arizona’s Fellowship Reading
A thing that is bigger than 140 characters, Rappahannock Review (& featured interview!)
The Laughter Age and Electrical Fire at 3AM (as Mercury Stations Direct), Zocalo Public Square
Online Dating, and Untold Pact in Prairie Schooner
Forgiving the Body, in RHINO
Home in The National Poetry Review
Orchard Burning in Lunch Ticket
Wake, Trailer Trash, and Epilogue in Tupelo Quarterly
Heaven that day old bread, Death and the School Bus in Eleven Eleven
[johnny appleseed], in The East Bay Review
Dead Mom Reprise, You Can Lead a Horse to Water, Cootie Catcher in Thin Noon
If V. Woolf filled her pockets with balloons instead of rocks in burntdistrict
Existential Crisis at 3 AM, and Conversation Among Dirt Before Rain in COG
Town Water Supply Contaminated, Female Teenagers to Blame, in Quarterly West

Forget roses. Forget forget-me-nots. Forget bulbs that wait forever
to finally shoot into recognition months later. Plant rows and rows
of dead mom, because it will seed like crazy, and you will never be able to kill it.

-Dead Mom Reprise, Thin Noon



On Imposter Syndrome, McSweeney’s (forthcoming)
A Terrible, Far Away Place (Editor’s Choice Award), Inscape
Hello, Typewriter, Litseen
Staff writer at Autostraddle
Staff writer at The Establishment
My Sweet, Wounded Queers, The Huffington Post

But just as I was uniquely positioned to lean on Reading Rainbow in times of duress, we are now uniquely positioned to fight with our words, our songs, our convictions. And, of course, our hope and joy. The world right now is dank and dim — it needs the curiosity and suspension of disbelief that literature and art give. It needs good men, for god’s sake it needs healing masculinity. It needs holiness, in all of its manifestations.

All I Want for Christmas is LeVar Burton, The Establishment