Dear Santa …

[Cleaning out some old boxes, I just found this note in my mom’s handwriting that I dictated when I was seven.]

Dear Santa Claus,

I want you to come here to Christmas. How are you doing? I’m fine.

I want a Mickey Mouse clock and a Minnie Mouse switch, cowboy clothes, some candy, more plastic people, a dinosaur, a rubber spaceship, a large rubber man, new slippers, a large smurf set or elf set, rubber alligator, spider and snake.

Thank you. That’s all I want!

JANAKA

p.s. I would also like an electric motorcycle to ride outside.

All poets want to be rock stars and all rock stars want to be poets

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I’m pretty excited to be mentioned in Rolling Stone yesterday. I’m even more excited to be performing this weekend for Third Man Records at the Newport Folk Festival, with fellow poets Chet Weise, Zachary Schomburg, Joshua Marie Wilkinson, Sampson Starkweather, Paige Taggart and Kendra Decolo.

For more on the anthology that we’re all published in (and to order it!), check out the Third Man Records/Books announcement HERE.

#tbt when I was star dust bleeding through a thousand thousand years into this rainbowed sex of light the world calls my body, answering perpetually outward over infinite hours like the blink a diamond makes when it wakes from intransient slumber

#tbt when I was star dust bleeding through a thousand thousand years into this rainbowed sex of light the world calls my body, answering perpetually outward over infinite hours like the blink a diamond makes when it wakes from intransient slumber

Got a letter this morning, what do you reckon it read?

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I’m excited to announce that I’l be representing the new anthology from Third Man Records, LANGUAGE LESSONS V.I, by reading on stage at this year’s Newport Folk Festival. I often dreamed of publishing Jack White; I never thought he’d publish me. Thanks to the editors, Chet Weise and Ben Swank, for inviting me to be part of such a cool project.

Found an old notebook today, a journal entry from when I was 25, and an undertaker:

I’m not good at social interactions with people. I feel awkward saying “thank you” or being generous. But I can say things to the dead that I can’t say to the living. I can be with them … simple, caring …

I can say, “We’re going to make you look good.”

I have so much love inside me.

When I am with them alone I become natural and sincere—I am myself more than anywhere else.

The dead’s gift to me is their willingness to be loved.

Just found the original hard copy of THE MAN SUIT that Zachary Schomburg mailed to me back in 2006, complete with my red ink notes.

Just found the original hard copy of THE MAN SUIT that Zachary Schomburg mailed to me back in 2006, complete with my red ink notes.

I just need some time to become a more beautiful and permanent version of myself.

I just need some time to become a more beautiful and permanent version of myself.

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You shall no longer take things at second or third hand… nor
   look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres
   in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

Updated 2014 Readings

Here’s a short list of confirmed dates for the first half of 2014, also updated on my Live Appearances page. Boston, Seattle, Iowa City, Chicago, and New York: I don’t want your love unless you know I am repulsive,and love me even as you know it…

2/14. Brookline, MA. BASH series. Brookline Booksmith. w/ Gillian Devereux, and J. Hope Stein.

2/27. Seattle, WAAWP Conference. Ping Pong & Poetry Crush reading. The Butterfly Lounge. Other readers TBA.

3/15. Boston, MA. Mr. Hip Presents. UFORGE Gallery. Other performers TBA.

4/5. Iowa City, IAMission Creek Festival. Black Ocean & Third Man Records event. Other performers TBA.

6/14. Chicago, ILDollhouse Reading Series. w/ Carrie Olivia Adams, and Paige Ackerson-Kiely.

6/24. New York City, NYNew York City Poetry Festival. Governor’s Island, main stage. Other readers TBA.

How can I be down when I ain’t been buried yet?

How can I be down when I ain’t been buried yet?