This was harder than Billy on the Street, and I couldn't get my buzzer to work. Thanks for having me on anyway, Kyle Flak! Keep asking the tough questions!

POETS NOT TALKING ABOUT POETRY: JENNIFER L KNOX

JENNIFER L KNOX is the author of DAYS OF SHAME AND FAILURE (Bloof Books, 2015), THE MYSTERY OF THE HIDDEN DRIVEWAY (Bloof Books, 2010), DRUNK BY NOON (Bloof Books, 2007), and A GRINGO LIKE ME (Bloof Books, 2005). * GUESS HOW MANY POTATOES ARE IN THAT OLD BURLAP SACK OUT IN FRONT OF MY UNCLE BOB'S BROKEN TAN VAN?

I'm honored to be included in the new issue of Open Letters Monthly! This diddy is the title poem of my new book. Thanks for having me, Maureen Thorson!

Crushing It | Open Letters Monthly - an Arts and Literature Review

I don't wanna brag but I'm pretty sure I got the highest score ever on the ADHD test. The best part was when Mike asked me to juggle a hatchet, a balloon full of pudding, and a hamster and I was all, "Hold my beer, Mike!" Hokay... I tanked it.

Thank you for the deep, thoughtful read, Adam Sol. I've been a big fan of How A Poem Moves since the start of the project and am so honored to be included. It was indeed Typhoon Haiyan that's referred to in the poem. In an earlier draft, it was named. Except for the internal voices, the poem's a report of what I saw on TV while I was waiting for an allergy shot.

https://howapoemmoves.wordpress.com/2017/08/03/jennifer-l-knox-the-new-lets-make-a-deal/

Check 'em owt! And check owt this lineup!

BRIANNA ALBERS
ELOISA AMEZCUA
ZOHAR ATKINS
BECCA BARNISKIS
ROSEBUD BEN-ONI
CHRISTOPHER BLACKMAN
EMILY CARR
LIGHTSEY DARST
ADAM DAY
KATHERINE FACTOR
CONNOR FISHER
KATE GREENSTREET
RICHIE HOFMANN
JENNIFER L. KNOX
CHRISTOPHER KONDRICH
NATHAN LIPPS
RAYMOND MCDANIEL
SARA MUMOLO
ERIC PANKEY
ALLAN PETERSON
THIBAULT RAOULT
F. DANIEL RZICZNEK
KENT SHAW
ADAM STRAUSS
TERRELL JAMAL TERRY
JOANNA C. VALENTE

Thanks, Adam Clay, for running such a hot shop!

I love Plume, and Daniel lawless, who is an amazing, tireless advocate for poetry. We're lucky to have him and Plume.

It's Not Your Fault

It's Not Your Fault The brass lamp in your window, warm honey heat humming in the frozen prairie February dawn when everything's a stone of cold, may have yoo-hooed at the hobo teetering on his tattooed lip of murder, but it didn't open the door. It's a lamp. It's handless.

than finding a copy of American Poetry Review in the mailbox that has your name in the TOC is findinga copy of American Poetry Review with your name in the TOC AND your buddy, Ada Limón's, name on the cover! #grateful #honored

...and I'm in GREAT company! Color me honored.

Lovely Russell Bennetts at Berfrois has posted my crazy (technically challenged) video and the parodic poem that inspired it because he is a champion.

"This film poem was inspired by a trip to the dentist office after watching a documentary about New Zealand birds. As I sat there with the nitrous oxide mask on my face, I recalled the incredulity of the documentary’s speaker—“Can a bird really be that smart?” I laughed out loud. Of course, it can! My brain said, “That’s like asking if tits are smart.” The poem grew from there. I was inspired to turn it into a film by long-time friend and poet Nicole Santalucia's original artwork" which is all about animals with tits!

Hail, nitrous! Maybe NSFW if your work hates tits.

David Attenborough, this is for you.

Jennifer L. Knox reads 'Our Friends above the Equator' - Berfrois

With their dazzling colors and virtuosic range of calls, it's no wonder tits have been the subject of the world's greatest art, music, and literature. But aside from their beauty, their bold curiosity, and comically destructive behavior, what do we really know about tits?

A poem of mine's up in Tupelo Quarterly's latest issue, TQ12. I wrote it after attending the memorial service of a much beloved Ames local, Charlie Vestal, who I never met.

Charlie Vestal's Memorial Service by Jennifer L. Knox

You'd show up in pajama pants and slippers to dig ditches for the old boy at the mic. He knew you'd always be an hour late, he says, and then you'd have to go get breakfast which took another hour, then another hour to eat it. Laughter.