but i haven’t been here in a while (in more ways than one), so i just wanna say, if you missed it, i was part of National Poetry Month over at The Rumpus. Brian Spears, the poetry editor, was kind enough to pub my poem, “Nine Out of Ten Doctors Agree I Am Not an Octopus,” which can be read here.
also at The Rumpus last month, Lisa Wells wrote quite a flattering review of my new poetry collection, The Oregon Trail is the Oregon Trail. you can read that review here. if you’re too lazy to click the link (i don’t blame you), she writes, “But where many of his contemporaries cultivate dispassion, and distance, Sherl barely contains his force. Under the punchlines there is a depth of raw emotion and obsession in short supply these days, and his passion is refreshing, heartening, addictive.” & then a bit later on writes, “If in the future he should choose to play things closer to the bone, big poems will happen. We’ll have no choice but take them seriously.”
don’t worry, Lisa, i believe i have written the book that plays “things closer to home.” it’s called The Bible by Gregory Sherl (excerpts here & here) & i hope one day it’ll see the world in book form. if not, i will continue to give it away as a PDF. that shit be good, i promise.
also also, over at NewPages, there is also a flattering review of my first collection of poems, Heavy Petting. the reviewer, Katy Haas, writes, “Whether he’s writing about Mel Gibson’s racism or concocting prose poems about being in love, Gregory Sherl writes in a unique and inviting voice that provides fun, exciting, emotionally provoking pieces. With the variety in style, subject, and creativity, Heavy Petting is an entertaining read that I know I’ll want to revisit soon.” Full review here.
if inclined, both collections can be purchased at SPD, Powell’s, or Amazon. get on it.
school be done. grades in. the Heat took the Knicks in five (should’ve been four, but it is what it is). Oxford in August.
i need more money.
i don’t look cute today.
probably gonna try to find a Maine Coon when i get to Oxford. i will throw my pillow away. i’ll get one of those robotic vacuums. i’ll never leave my apartment.
everyone be happier than me please or it’ll never stop raining.
