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Tinderbox, Tabloids, and L'Etage

My two newest Silence of the Lambs poems have been published in volume 2, issue 3 of Tinderbox Poetry Journal : "Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling?" and "Look at him, Starling. Tell me what you see." I'm very excited to have these poems out in the reading world! The latter poem will also be in cluded in the new anthology forth coming from the Literary House Press, Still Life with Poem: 100 Natures Mortes in V erse . For my "still life," I used a movie still of the Buffalo Bill c ase board in Jack Crawford's office, a frozen composi tion of crime scene photos and newspaper clippings:    This week I was lucky enough to meet the amazing Matthea Harvey, goddess of mermaid poems, at the Rose O'Neill Literary House. We talked about the intersection of poetry and visual art and the obsessions that both feed into this collaboration with (different parts of) the self and feed on it. Miniatures. Wildflower names. Mermaids