You’re whipping butter in some sweltering kitchen / but right now I can almost see you perched in the cherry tree / can still feel the way it makes my legs go hollow / & if you don’t mind I think I’ll just stare until the rain / washes you away.

Tuscaloosa writers (including myself) wrote small pieces about a robot statue that's on UA's campus. All proceeds will go to Holt Elementary School, which was damaged in the tornadoes. Check it out. Order. Promote.

http://sadrobotbooks.bigcartel.com/

I have three micro-fictions up at Monkeybicycle, from a new project currently titled This Was Before.

I have three poems in the newest issue of Jellyfish, which came out today.

Reading Chelsey Minnis for School and Then Writing Like Her

It is a hard thing to talk about poems…

To put on the ill-fitting hat of knowledge…

Talking about poems can feel like putting on a suit and handing out those little green bibles on street corners…

A blood-and-feathers swan is nice to think about but I would rather see a shadow-puppet swan…

Let’s agree to come to more mutual decisions…to agree to disagree…

If you get the vaccine you can immerse yourself in the thick of it all…no problem!

But vaccines are big money…big ticket items…the healer only has so many…

Everything…all at once…makes you sick…but you’ll get over it…

Get well soon!...(you have a job to do)…

Poems are not a job but they can feel like one sometimes…

Yes Please New Eric Baus Poems

Owl Wool

The sky fermented a cotton tarp. The baffled voiceover spread. Iris’s dove scored itself with scales while owl wool coated the clouds.




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Irishness

I have a poem up at Everyday Genius today.