A quick sound clip of me reading my poem “At 7pm” from The Girl Who Left You.
I’ll admit that coming home after my whirlwind west coast promotional tour for The Girl Who Left You held a sweetness all its own,
I love to perform. But I also love solitude.
Sacramento and Portland are beautiful cities, but I am not a city girl, and being able to drive my little car on all of these moonlit West Virginia country backroads was…literally…a breath of fresh air. Several, in fact.
Thanks to my Six Ft Swells cohorts for hosting me and booking readings at some awesome venues: Luna’s Cafe in Sac (with Crawdad Nelson), Clock Tower Records in Grass Valley (with Bill Gainer), and Three Friends Coffeehouse in downtown Portland (with Matt Amott).
I’m looking forward to booking readings back east and maybe even having the chance to show my local poetry scene (which is pretty non-existent at the present time) what’s what.
If you know of a venue, please, I’m totally open to suggestions. I love coffee shops and art centers, but I don’t mind giving less traditional places a shot. As long as I get to read, and to hear others read, I’m a happy girl.
Six Ft Swells Press is having a poetry contest, and the prize is a signed copy of my book, The Girl Who Left You, and the winning poem will be published on the Six Ft Swells blog and Facebook page for all to see!
All you need to do is pen 20 lines or less about the girl/guy who left you…and the theme is open to interpretation, so go crazy! You can find the official set of guidelines here.
The deadline is midnight, so hurry and get your pens moving!
I am BEYOND EXCITED to announce the official release of my new book, The Girl Who Left You, from California’s notorious Six Ft Swells Press! Here’s what others have to say about it:
Amber Decker’s The Girl Who Left You is a decided departure from the her previous collection, Sweet Relish—where those poems resonated with loss and a vague sense of shadows in the room, The Girl Who Left You is an exquisite cartography of longing, desire, and wanderlust in one’s own hometown. These pieces sing with swagger and are profound in their intimacy, the secret side of oneself that one shows a lover only in the privacy of moonlight, and only in the moments of calm following the storm. The collection attempts to do the very thing that one of its crown jewels—Cafuné—tells us at the outset cannot be done: to translate the untranslatable language of two people, falling into and out of love, who may never use those words, but to whom the knowledge of the words seems almost after the fact; superfluous. Through pastures and gravel pits and airports and Dairy Queens and front porches, we see ourselves, sometimes, though these lovers—their voices echo our own loves, losses, moonlight moments, and booze-soaked nights. I never thought I could feel a collection of poems quite the way I feel The Girl Who Left You—they’re all like a shot of Honey Jack—they burn a little on the way down, but sit with them a moment, and your head will buzz, and all you taste after the fire dies down is smooth and sweet.
-Allie Marini Batts, author, You Might Curse Before You Bless
Amber Decker’s poems drip with love gained and lost, with images you wished you could have captured at the right time, but never managed to remember or write down. Her poems are brutally honest. They punch you in the gut when you least expect it. You are never left without feeling something by the last line. You want to read every poem in this book in one sitting. You will feel everything she felt when she wrote them and wish you could have written them in such an eloquent and chest-pained fashion. The Girl Who Left You will thrill you and break your heart at the same time. Don’t dare pass this one up.
-Kendall A. Bell, editor, Maverick Duck Press and Chantarelle’s Notebook
Amber Decker’s The Girl Who Left You is simultaneously tragic and sexy. The lost potential of youth and a life lived deliberately are laid out in accessible verse like the movie your parents wouldn’t have wanted you to see when you were that age…you couldn’t take your eyes of it, though…just like Amber’s poems…each rich with something that squeezes your heart and tickles that spot in your throat. You want to keep watching…no-one has to know you’re this kind of voyeur…and when you get to the end, your world has changed a bit. You want to hug everyone you’ve ever met…you want a sequel…you want to give Amber a hug because you know these experiences. You want to what you can do to send her a turtle in the mail. These are the poems you want to read.
-Rick Lupert, Poetry Superhighway
I can’t even put into words how proud I am of this collection! I really hope you guys will give it a home on your bookshelf, your night stand or, hell, even on the back of the toilet (because that’s where I keep my favorite books…), and if you do, please consider writing a review over on the Amazon site. I appreciate everyone’s support on this project; it means more than I can say! Thank you!
I’ll admit it, I get a little miffed when I see poets telling other poets how they should publish or share their work. That’s kind of a personal thing, if you don’t mind.
When I write poems, it is never with the thought that I’m going to publish this in a major magazine and it is going to be seen by lots of influential people. I don’t care. I write to get these thoughts out of my head, and so that…just maybe…I will choose to show it to someone someday who will understand and say “Hey, me too. I get it.”
I don’t really give a shit if you read my poems in a magazine, in a collection of mine, in an anthology, on a blog, on Facebook, on Twitter, on Tumblr, in a newspaper, scribbled on a cocktail napkin or spray painted in bright orange on the side of a goddamn overpass.
If you need to see it, I have faith that you will see it. One day. Maybe years from when I first wrote it. But I know in my heart that you will see it.
I’m not trying to be the next Bukowski or Plath or Whitman or Sexton. Hell, I’m not trying to be anything except honest.
Why do you care so much if I share my work by using traditional literary avenues or not? Do you have some personal stake in it that I was unaware of? If you like my words, then by all means, please share them. Share them in whichever way you feel you need to. That’s totally your call.
In the meantime, I’ll be over here writing and posting my shit on Facebook, like I do.
I was supposed to post this on the 14th, but I am a scumbag.
I was invited to participate in a virtual blog tour by my friend and fellow poet and editor extraordinaire, Kendall A. Bell:
Kendall A. Bell’s poetry has been widely published in print and online, most recently in First Literary Review-East and Drown In My Own Fears. He was nominated for Sundress Publications’ Best of the Net collection in 2007, 2009, 2011, 2012 and 2013. He is the author of fifteen chapbooks. His most recent chapbook is “Be Mine”. He is the founder and co-editor of the online journal Chantarelle’s Notebook and the publisher/editor of Maverick Duck Press. His website is www.kendallabell.com and his chapbooks are available through www.maverickduckpress.com. He lives in Riverside, New Jersey.
I met Kendall after submitting some of my poems to Chantarelle’s Notebook, the online poetry journal he edits with his wife Christinia, who is also amazing. A month or so later, he asked me to be their featured poet for the month of February. I believe that was back in…2008?
Flash-forward a bit farther in time, and we connected on Facebook and proceeded to have a merry time making fun of bad poetry, sexist pigs, political buffoons and all general forms of millennial douchiness.
He will tell you right off that he feels that his poetry is subpar, but I don’t think he really believes that…and even if he does, well, he is wrong. His poems are simple (not simplistic…don’t get the two confused), beautiful, concise, accessible…and they punch me in the heart, which a lot of the poetry being written today…or at least the poems that are published in popular journals today…just do not do.
Last week, lines from one of his poems were tweeted by Poets House. That, to me, is kind of the equivalent of being poetry royalty. So, his self-doubt can suck my left tit. He is awesome, and you should all know him and his work.
The second part of this blog tour requires me to answer four questions about my work. So, without further ado…here are my answers in all of their awkward, convoluted glory for you to peruse at your leisure:
1.What am I currently working on?
I just put out a call for submissions for an anthology of contemporary West Virginia poetry. I love my home state, and I feel that it often gets a bad rap and is unfairly stereotyped. I have been lucky enough to connect with some amazing poets and writers over the past several years, and I know for a fact that the Mountain State is home to some incredibly talented people. I want to share their work with the world.
On a more personal level, I’m working on a series of poems about the Hatfield and McCoy feud. I’m a big history buff, and I love mixing history and art. I’m even planning a weekend trip to the Tug Fork region of West Virginia and Kentucky in the fall. I’m pretty excited about the whole thing.
2.How does my work differ from others of its genre?
This is a hard one to answer. Maybe the best answer is that I wrote these poems…not someone else. I’ve been told that my work differs from the work of “traditional” women poets. I don’t really know what that means. I guess, depending upon who you ask, that could be a good thing or a bad thing.
I cuss a lot, I drink sometimes, and I have sex. And I write about it. Didn’t Bukowski do that, too?
I fail at answering this question.
3.Why do I write/create what I do?
I have a tendency to replay significant memories over and over in my head, like a loop of film…or a haunting. Sometimes those moments are heart-breaking or beautiful or a combination of the two. Most of the time, I write to get these things out of my head. I feel a lot saner when I write and share poems. The reactions I get to my work let me know that I am not alone in my experiences, that my feelings are valid and not as crazy as I had thought. Also, I’ll admit that I get a thrill when someone tells me that a poem moved them deeply or gave them goosebumps. That’s not the main reason that I do what I do, but it’s a pretty good perk.
4. How does your writing/creating process work?
I don’t have a routine or anything. I’m not very disciplined, to be perfectly honest. There are times when I will go weeks or months without writing anything. I like to fill that downtime up with new hobbies or trips to places I’ve never been before. I think there comes a point when you’ve emptied yourself so much that the words just don’t come anymore, so you have to fill yourself back up with new experiences or you’ll just keep writing the same things over and over.
Sometimes I meet an interesting person or I read something that gets me thinking. The wheels start turning, and before I know it, I’m awake in the middle of the night and scribbling in a notebook. Most of the time, though, lines of poems come to me when I’m in the shower…or cooking. That happens a lot. Usually, it’s the last lines that hit me first and I build around that.
I try to present myself as a person who values order, but really…I’m a mess. Order and structure is what makes for good editing. Chaos cuts the rough poem-y diamond out of the rock. Editing makes it shine.
Then we make commitments and it all goes to shit.
Not really. :)
I was supposed to choose 3 other artists to participate with me in the blog tour, but unfortunately the artists I contacted either a) didn’t respond or b) don’t have a traditional blog. But, hey, I’m not going to complain about it, because arty people are flighty and chaotic and yet often still manage to be amazing, wonderful people.
After all, my blog post was late. I am a scumbag. But I like to think that I am a lovable scumbag.
I have a new poem, “We Walk”, up today at Beakful.
Also, I was given the amazing opportunity to write an introduction to Stale Angst, a collection of poems by young up-and-coming poet, Daniel N. Flanagan, which will be available from mgv2publishing in July.
Big thanks to editor Walter Rhulmann for the opportunity. His never-ending patience with me and my chronic scatter-brain is pretty damn amazing.
I was looking back through some of my old entries, and I realized how little I blog these days. I’ve been through the ringer lately, dealing with a family illness, losing and finding work, finishing school… and although the journey of these last few months has been inspiring, I would much rather be laying on a tropical island beach someplace and drinking margaritas.
Anyway, happy Solstice!
Here’s to new and wonderful beginnings!