“Boris, I don't know what sacrilege is. All sins against grandeur of any kind (and there aren't many kinds) are one and the same. All others — a matter of degree..... That which burns without heat is God.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva in a letter to Boris Pasternak, 22 May 1926
AWP, IN BRIEF
WHERE TO FIND MY HERESIES
Pre-order or purchase My Heresies from the publisher, Sarabande Books, or any space where books are sold, including but not limited to:
Thank You Books
Open Books: A Poetry Emporium
Barnes and Noble
Alternately, you can order a copy from your local indie bookstore through Bookshop.org.
WHERE TO FIND MORE INFORMATION
To request an ARC, please contact Kira at info@sarabandebooks.org.
It begins… A readings calendar and poster is coming soon. In the meantime, planned events can be found on the calendar page.
And I’d be honored if you emailed me at myheresies at gmail dot com if there is space for these poems at your bookstore or reading series.
CONSTELLATIONS AND MEDIA
“Asterisk, Etiologies, & Octave with Line from a Lullaby (w/Alina Ștefănescu)”
An episode of the My Bad Poetry podcast from March 25, 2025, where Alina and Dave talk about their bad poetry, and how poems flop about like failed Moby Dicks before finally being abandoned.
THE PART WHERE “I GO ON TALKING”
There is always music in the background of things being written, and I’m not sure these poems —- or this human — are recognizable without the sense of some of these songs, for which I am grateful. Thus, this.
my heresies (the b-sides).
“Only music can create an indestructible complicity between two persons. A passion is perishable, it decays like everything that part takes of life, whereas music is of an essence superior to life and, of course, to death.”
—- Emil Cioran, Anathemas and Admirations
”When you edit audio tape, when you cut it with a single-edge razor blade and splice it back together in a new place, you are shifting reality; the words, the notes you have excised no longer exist. It is a very private world. You are the only one who knows what happened. The finished product is presented as real. The process is at once craft, art, metaphysics.”
— Noah Adams, Piano Lessons: Music, Love, and True Adventures
