Thinking of Lord of the Rings

Your eyebrows are the forests
of fantasy novels
lit by the faint blue glow
of the car radio.
Your eyelids are hills
in which I imagine Hobbits could live
without fear of Smaug,
orcs, or goblins.
If you were awake, 
I would tell you that you are
more beautiful than any elf.
I would read to you Tolkien
till you dreamt of dwarvish adventures, 
and I would tell you
that you are more
enrapturing to me
than words will ever be.

Do Not Microwave

I didn’t read the warning,
in fact, I kinda forgot it was there,
and I microwaved my head.

My brain exploded.
It’s still squeezing out my nose
and ear canals
three hours later.

I think I may have irradiated my eyeballs too.
I’m seeing things
like unicorns and rainbows
and warning signs.

In fact, I think I’m beginning to see sound.

I suppose I should’ve read
the instructions on the bottom of the coffee cup
and not singed my eyebrows
or given myself brain cancer
and superhero powers.

I suppose I should’ve paid attention.

I suppose.

Interview: Emily Ramser Talks Alien Dolphins, Vaginas, and Her New Book

Emily Ramser:

Check out this awesome interview I did with Chelsei Crotteau! (The full version of the interview I shared earlier this week!)

Originally posted on As Told By Chelsei:

I sat down with my good friend Emily “Em” Ramser to discuss the release of her upcoming book, “I Forgot How to Write When They Diagnosed Me”, which will be released February 2015 from Weasel Press. We talked writing preferences, alien dolphins, and loss of nerve sensation.

As Told By Chelsei: Let’s start with the obvious. eBook versus physical. Why did you decide to go with publishing physical copies of your new book?
Emily Ramser: It’s like a dream since being a kid, when you’re a writer you want to hold [your book] in front of you and be ‘oh my gosh, this is my book, this is my work and I can hold it and see it and smell it. As weird as that sounds. We will be releasing eBook versions of it. Toast is coming out in a Kindle version soon and when I Forgot comes out…

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Why I Write (1)

I write lists of adjectives in an attempt to describe the color of the wood of the kitchen table when the afternoon sun hits it just before dinner. I write word after word, noun after noun. I write letters on pages, filling more notebooks than anyone has hopes of ever fully reading. I write because I cannot articulate the world through any other means. I write because my tongue does not have fingers with which I could describe the tilt of a woman’s chin when she is bent over an oil painting. I write phrases and idioms and clichés across the whiteboards of my classrooms, trying to make sense of how a scribble in black ink could carry such meaning. I write poems about the way the sand feels between my teeth when I swallow seawater accidently at the beach. I write because though the grains of sand may be stuck in my gums no one else can see them. I write to bring the invisible into the visible. I write when I cannot see. I write when I can see too much.

Inspired by Terry Tempest William‘s Essay “Why I Write.”