Merry Xmas, Headless Mama Returns, & Stranger Things

“O burst O pop O clank
O fuck my swollen bell of  brain. If no candles light
when we scratch the match, has God forsaken?”

(You can read the whole poem here, online at the POETRY Foundation).

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As a mama poet, I struggle sometimes with feeling less important or relevant or current than if I were writing about other than my experiences raising my children & healing my childhood wounds as I usher my loves through this world, & together we build altars & lay to rest old wounds as we raise the dead into this living & our arms to whatever praise we can find.

I know deep in my heartgut that mama poems are damn important and culturally/socially/emotionally relevant, and I’m so grateful, always, for readers who see/feel the truths my family & I offer in my work. But sometimes when the accolades seem ever evasive & the funds dry up, I forget. In my exhaustion & fear & dailiness, I forget.

This month though, I’ve had the deep joy of publishing my newest work “Headless Mama Returns [Xmas 19 Redux]” in POETRY, my dream magazine, and recording the poem & process for their podcast (you can listen to it at the POETRY Foundation, here). I’m listening to it now, & hearing venerated, respected, wonderfully empathetic poet & editor Don Share talk about the ways in which my poem short-circuits the cultural detritus surrounding our myths about the holiday season & gets to the necessary marrow of mothering — well my mama heart couldn’t be any brighter, even through trauma-induced & seasonal depression, even through difficult suicidal ideations & the deep physical and emotional pain of chronic illness, the Universe/God has reminded me of the importance of my work here, & I couldn’t be more grateful.

Thank you, all, loves, & I hope you’ll take a listen & share. xoJenn

p.s., I discuss STRANGER THINGS in this podcast, as this poem was inspired by my investigation into the Upside Down of this show I adore, which I liken to duende & the underbelly & the hero’s journey — & I’m teaching this, my favorite workshop, online this coming January 2020 through The Poetry Barn. xoxo

TRINITY SIGHT trailer!

 
TRINITY SIGHT has a trailer!!! Y’all! I’m over the moon for this dream come true ~ though my heart breaks for what we’ve done to our beautiful Mother.

 

“When the Earth has had enough, she will shake her troubles off. She will shake her troublemakers off…”

 

 

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Quinceañera with Baby Fever up at Salon!

 

An excerpt from my memoir is up at Salon!

I wanted the sparkling dress, a princess crown, the man of honor. And I wanted my boyfriend to want a baby with me…

 

 

 

Two interviews with Jenn Givhan

“I’m so grateful that my own inner journey connected with the ancients’—and that I’ve been able to glean a different perspective on dystopian fiction from a Latinx/indigenous perspective, centering us in our lands.”

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I have two books out this year, & in these two interviews I discuss the processes of writing poetry & fiction & black holes!

Interview with Inklette Magazine for International Women’s Day:

“Alongside these forebears, I strive to weave together a multilayered song of endurance, survival, and, ultimately, celebration sung by the many women of color working together in the resistance.”

Interview with Arizona University Press:

“This collection is a lovesong for all precocious girls wandering the deserts, creating ruckuses and circuses and finding love where before there was only pain— for all the lost daughters of time, reclaiming ourselves, singing ourselves, triumphant. This is our hero’s journey.”

You can buy ROSA’S EINSTEIN from Amazon or any major bookstore, and preorder TRINITY SIGHT now.

All the writerly love & light,

Jenn  ♥

 

TRINITY SIGHT now available for pre-order!

My debut novel TRINITY SIGHT is available for pre-order from Blackstone Publishing! I’m over-the-moon!!! Here is a link for IndieBound, which helps support small bookstores. It is also available on Amazon.

My Blackstone Publishing Dream Team!

Wishing For More & Never Enough—

Jenn Givhan

Wishing For More & Never Enough—                                                                                               

 

What more did I want than this, child? Than you stretched

taffy horizontal across my bed, a little black chihuahua

on your lap? What miracle would I erase

for a sizzling new day, a razzle in the heart & another

day’s fade. My mother dipped her napkin into a glass of ice

water before rubbing dirt or jelly from my face. I use

spit. On a plain thumb. Rub vigorously. & not only

when your eyelashes have fallen, child, do I grasp wishes.

I pluck your lashes out. I do. You blink & there I go

with my tweezers for fingers. What did you wish for

Mama, in your little bird’s rasp when we press our damp

hands together & the lash sticks to mine & I hold it

triumphant. The wish used to be you. I used to wish for you.

The ache now: When I tell you my wish, you say

that was yours too.

 

 

 

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