new book coming out!

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Foreword by Dan Denton, Edited by Ezhno Martín

“Michele McDannold is a literary rebel and this irreverent, delicious book, her best yet, is proof. McDannold has a way of stripping everything down to its essentials, leaving the reader sated, and yet with a strange sense of longing. “i guess/that’ll have to/be enough” the poet says in the last line of the final poem of this fine collection. Indeed.” – Alexis Rhone Fancher, author of Erotic, New & Selected, poetry editor, Cultural Daily

“Michele McDannold’s By Plane, Train, or Coincidence is a book that takes you to L.A. and lets you get lost in the gritty, quiet moments of a big city. She dials in on what happens to the mind in the desert, how all that space is damaging to the heart and mind if you are from somewhere in the Midwest. It’s a book about what happens when a heart sets itself free, gets knocked around, and goes home to the memories of what love used to look like. There is a lot of emotion and raw views about being in love in McDannold’s collection, but you’ll have to pick through the shadows and candor to find it. When you do, it will hit you squarely in the jaw.” –@Aleathia Drehmer, author of Running Red Lights (Gutter Snob Books)

“McDannold’s mastery of language thrives raw and unsparing in By Plane, Train or Coincidence …lines living in “a city that gnaws on itself”. With pathos, humor, and her driving fearlessness she transforms any landscape into languid rhythms of fertile hauntings. She is a phenomenon, a fierce visionary. Get a copy of anything she writes!” –Meg Tuite, author of White Van

“If you’re looking to explore your deepest dreams, Michele McDannold can walk you through the jungle they hide in. She unwinds the truth of the day’s ragged edge, while allowing the magic of the good night to breathe deep – one last time. McDannold truly leads the life of a seasoned writer. She knows things, she shares them here. Her latest book – By Plane, Train or Coincidence. I like it. Lots.” –@Bill Gainer, A True Story

By Plane, Train or Coincidence is now available for pre-order through MAGICAL JEEP DISTRIBUTING. Reserve your SIGNED copy today! https://www.magicaljeep.com/product/coincidence/95

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steel reserve 211

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steel reserve 211
(high gravity)

trading a brown bag beer
from the rite-aid
for a cold
one
in my sweater..
i told you these are
important decisions.
gliding down sunset blvd
when the gradients are just right
the differently-abled humps her walker
at the bus stop
blowing devotions
at the moon sky
& all the while
that twinkle in her eye
a judgment on the navigational
misfortune
of too many things in a day
we are what we wish for hard enough

only in LA, baby
only in LA

from the forthcoming collection By Plane, Train or Coincidence (Roadside Press)

heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

doorbells, mornings and death

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doorbells, mornings and death
or (If you are Cunt)

listen
when you start writing from the brain
chuck it out the door
feed the cats with it
call it meow meow chow
whatever
you’ve got to be heart, shit or balls
if you’re cunt
you better know how to translate
and yes, they’ll tell you to stop
and yes, they’ll have all kinds of reasons and critiques and
blowhard bullshit
you might even believe for awhile
it will throw you off
maybe you’ll take on an old fat fuckin mentor
start writing poems about doorbells, mornings
and death that does not
matter
and maybe everyone pulls a few chains now and then
and maybe everyone has a critic in their heart
and maybe not.
you could or could not say
‘and’ so much
it wouldn’t matter
style has nothing to do with depth
and
if you shovel the shit long enough
you might forget what was under there
you might forget where you were going
you might forget how you were getting there
one day you’ll remember
you wanted to go

you’ll remember
earth doesn’t taste like
dust

heat doesn’t feel like
pain
and passion–
doesn’t need to be developed.

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (Punk Hostage Press)

Available at Magical Jeep Distributing

heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

west coast notebook entry #2

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west coast notebook entry #2
(if your process needs a mountain, go)

it’s very complicated.

possible i might
not come down
from this
highway crest
in the clouds
here comes the rain, just
a sprinkle

one could feel cold
save for the sun-direct
patches of light

you know what it
reminds me of?
as does everything
right now…

when i leave this
mountain
will i leave the memory
of you
here too?

tell me how

from the forthcoming collection By Plane, Train or Coincidence (Roadside Press)

heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

today

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today

i only mean what i say
when i keep it to myself
it might be back alley logic
but it keeps my conscience clear

today it’s raining
my heart pounds louder
than the drops hitting the roof tins
the sound of love, dropped
just shy of realization

i think of how easy it is
to get by
the cold night is near
you slip a bottle in my hand
and look at me like you’re seeing yesterday

there is no tomorrow
and this, i keep
to myself

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (Punk Hostage Press)

Available at Magical Jeep Distributing

heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

accidentally told you I love you

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accidentally told you I love you

today i’m paddling back
to my lonely island
of, it’s not that heavy
but the boat is sinking, fucker
oh, the boat is sinking

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (Punk Hostage Press)

Available at Magical Jeep Distributing

heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

And now she goes by some other name

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And now she goes by some other name

trina was
the skinniest girl
i had ever seen
hip bones
sticking out
pale,
yellowish skin
and terrible hair
but she had a kindness
and mystical way about her
that was captivating

for a while
she was wiccan
a couple times
a Buddhist
and always
with the tarot cards

she took me to my first
rocky horror picture show
we formed a coven
the boys brought flowers
mowed the lawn
wrote poems,
sketches,
long into the night
acid trips in the park
and no need
for explanations

the worst and most harmful
was her multiple personality disorder
i never really did buy it

it didn’t really matter though
after the third abortion
when she told me,
“i went into the bathroom
when he was done.
took that condom out of the trash
and shoved it up there.”

one could fairly say
her mind broke then
in some abortion clinic
out west
where he held her hand
watching the light fade
right out of her.

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (Punk Hostage Press)

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heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

one of the girls

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one of the girls

this one time
i stole the shoelace
of the girl you were
fucking
down there in your basement room

removed carefully from one
shoe only
ankle-high granny boots

and when it burnt
at midnight
it smelled of real leather
and lessons i will
never learn

she was gone the next week
with the others
punk girls
pretty girls
nasty girls
reduced to receipts
and the occasional photo
maybe a ticket stub
a one-line tribute in a
poem, penned late night
at Denny’s
which will be remembered long after
the curve of her ass or
the softness of her…

it is the sum of parts
you forget

crouched down on the living room
floor
surrounded by a circle of salt
the fire in my hand
and fevered head
i have nothing left to give
you haven’t already taken
and mixed in with
the rest

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (Punk Hostage Press)

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heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

Monkey Bars

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Monkey Bars

Isn’t it just a bit usual these days
to be talking shit fuck?
I was reading this novel by this great
guy ‘so and so’, oh, it was only a few
years back, and it actually said
shit fuck. shit fuck.
then later on when I was reading some
other stuff–
poetry and the like, well … and I had really
already noticed lots of cunts for some reason.
I’ve never really cared for that word, and don’t use it
myself
but back to shit fuck.
it’s losing power these days
you know, it used to turn heads
but even my mother doesn’t flinch anymore, when I let it slip
…fucking shit.
it started for me on the playground, a game.
with Tracey, the toughest girl in town I wanted to be.
and Jeff, the dirtiest boy I wanted,
even in Grade 3.
man, don’t tell me you’re not born with it.
so I learned all my shit fuck bastard piss
on the monkey bars
but I never really perfected it until the year I worked in that
slaughterhouse, I was nineteen and desperate.
everyone there was desperate,
shit fuck became– I ain’t takin’ no fuckin’ shit
piss off, bitch
suck my dick
and it became an art form…and second nature.
I know at times you gotta keep it in check
and I do try to tone it down
but damnit, it’s sewn deep.
and when people keep talking shit fuck shit fuck,
I hate to hear others say it sounds cheap,
`cause baby, it comes at a price.

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (Punk Hostage Press)

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heyyMichele McDannold is the author of SpaceTime Continuum for Dummies (Gutter Snob Books), Point of Departure (COCKLEBUR PRESS) and Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days (PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS). She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

Instant Pussy: looks strange but tastes just fine

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Polite was taught to me at a very young age as keep your fucking mouth shut–anything beyond please and thanks, lid on it. I remember quite vividly the struggle this produced in even asking for basic things. Like, “May I use the restroom?” or “Can I have something to drink?” I would sit there, the words stuck and anxiety growing. In my head I would be saying, ok dummy on the count of 10, say it out loud.

Time moves painfully slow when you’re having this sort of mental fuckery–might as well call it torture. The helplessness of being a child in an adult world, amplified. When we are babies, we do not have the recognition that soon we will have the ability to communicate our needs clearly with words. Once you know… and yet that ability has been taken away from you for whatever reason, it is torture.

I’m not crying about it anymore, externally or internally. It is at the crux of what made me a writer. The power of words–what you say and how you say it, that stuff goes deep down into the bones. I consider it a severe abuse of this power– twisting words with an agenda to manipulate, to control, to subvert. Today I am grateful that embracing my own voice on the page, evermore, helps me to say it out loud.

if somehow we didn’t

have wings that clip
to the black surface
of our waking lives
we might soar
instead of
stutter
at the light
ahead
we might
take that road
into night
unknown
with less trepidation
than ever before

they say
she is not afraid
like it’s a bad thing
when they are really bold
they say
she is fearless
in a tone unkind

and quite noticeably
envious

“if somehow we didn’t” was previously published in Instant Pussy #69 — available here http://www.lulu.com/shop/misti-rainwater-lites/instant-pussy-69/paperback/product-22525443.html Contributors include Ben John Smith, Jay Passer, Rusty Barnes, J.D. Nelson among others…


heyyMichele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.