For three weeks in August I drove 4,113 miles in my blue Toyota Yaris for the Finally Be Friends tour in support of my book, How We Light, from H_NGM_N BKS. More importantly though, the trip was an elaborate excuse to overlap wounds with so many incredible poets, friends, and new friends. “Travel” and “poem” are bound in my mental lexicon. Long poems, long trips, they’re the same for me. It’s fun to go a long way just to be a person somewhere else. So, avoiding the cliche, it’s not that poems “take me somewhere,” that they transport me. The poems themselves are somewhere. And not only that, they create the conditions to grasp the coordinates of an elsewhere (internal and external) that we often describe as mystery or the unknown, a space of bewilderment (proper to Fanny Howe’s description of the word). An impossible pleasure.
Couches are what make this all possible. Any poet who has traveled to read will tell you this. And I think it’s important to acknowledge how necessary and incredible an act that is. Many of us know each other through and in poetry and our poems, and the truth is that a lot of us don’t really know each other (or not yet), that we’re not friends in the most traditional sense, but that poetry is the community we share and build our friendships around. We came for the poems but found out pretty quick there was a lot more there. So many of my poems are directly for friends, but “for” isn’t quite right. Rather, the poems model and extend and accentuate every kind of relationship. The poems are all we have. Also, each other. So when a poet is in your city, when they bring their body’s voice into your lush corner of being, to offer them that couch, that air mattress, that cup of coffee in the morning is nothing less than a spiritual pact.
With these photos from my trip I’m vouching for every couch and every friend and every conversation I had along the way, for the affirmation of our impossible pleasure. May there be love and mercy in your green mornings: B.J. Love, Erika Jo Brown, Zach Powers, Mark Cugini, Laura Spencer, Danniel Schoonebeek, Paige Taggart, Amy Lawless, Nat Otting, Sasha Fletcher, Hafizah Geter, Jason Koo, Tiffany Gibert, Sarah Green, Alexis Pope, Justin Crutchley, Joshua Kleinberg, Chris Smith, Jared White, Jon Pan, Tom Forkin, Russell Dillon, Adam Fell, Nate Pritts, Matt Hart, Jen Fortin, Ben Kopel, Curtis Purdue, Roberto Montes, Josh Fomon, Sandra Beasley, Tyler Christensen, the guy who yelled “IS JOSE HERE?” during the DC reading, Joel Coggins, Dave Carulli, Michelle Becker, Jamie Suvak, Mike Krutel, Curt Brown, Sarah Marcus, Karl Vorndran, Todd Winter (my Dad’s friend who bought a book for his Mom, whose name is Marge, so that I got to write “Dear Marge, Hello!” in her book), Jimmy Bigley, Maria Varonis, Aby Sullivan, Heather Christle, Chris DeWeese, Eric Appleby, Tricia Suit, Cathy Wagner, Dana Ward, Austin Hayden, Patricia Murphy, Adam Clay, Ada Limon, Aubrey Lenahan, Travis Wayne Denton, Chad Prevost, Ashley Hamilton, Daniel Lindley (the chef whose heated pool we debauched in Chattanooga), Mike Young, Gale Thompson, Laura Solomon, Wendy Xu, Jess Grover, Holly Amos, Dolly Lemke, Dan Rosenberg, Daniel Beauregard, Laura Relyea, Amy McDaniel, Bruce Covey, Gina Myers, Kory Calico, Alexis Orgera, Caroline Cabrera, Phil Muller, Miley Cyrus, Steven Karl, Hitomi Yoshio, Scott Cunningham, and Carrie Lorig. From the depths of the light, THANK YOU.