Sunday, May 9, 2021

Queer Poetry Workshop!

 

Queer Poetry Workshop

*An eight-week class*

with Colleen McKee

 

*About the workshop

 

In an environment of honesty and encouragement, queer writers of all levels of experience will stretch their poetic muscles. We’ll try a variety of topics, moods, and structures. We’ll explore what it means to write poetry that can celebrate as well as mourn, be silly as well as serious, that honors the body yet is intellectual. We will also explore the process of writing, what hinders us and what pushes us further. To help us explore new directions and unknown strengths, we’ll use the book The Poet’s Companion by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux.  

 

In addition, we’ll learn about the history of queer poets and their poetry. As we only have 8 weeks, we’ll focus on writers who have lived in the U.S., writers from different backgrounds in terms of ethnicity, culture, age, gender/gender expression, sexual orientation, region, and country of origin. We’ll mostly study writers of the 20th and 21st centuries, brave poets who tried different styles and who belong/ed to various poetic schools or circles. So we’ll read work from Word of Mouth: An Anthology of Gay American Poetry, edited by Timothy Liu, as well as poems we can find online at Lavender Review, a queer women’s literary journal, and possibly other work online.  

 

(What do I mean by queer? Gay, lesbian, bisexual/pansexual, transgender, gender non-binary, etc…)

 

The class is limited to four students.

 

*About the instructor

 

Colleen Shoshana McKee earned her MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Missouri-St. Louis, where she taught English, and Gender Studies, including classes on queer literature and creative writing. Her 20 years of teaching experience also includes many small creative writing workshops for adults. She is the author of 6 books of poetry, memoir, and fiction. Her latest collection of poetry, Routine Bloodwork, was aa finalist for the Charlotte Mew Award from Headmistress Press, a queer women’s press.

 

*Class details

 

~ Sundays, 12-2 pm. (with a 10-min. break)

~ Meets online (Zoom or Google Meet) from May 30th-July 18th, 2021

~ Tuition Cost: $280 (ask if you need an installment plan)

~ For more information or to register for the class, contact Colleen Shoshana at 314.898.8289, at misscolleenmckee@yahoo.com, or on Facebook.

 

Upcoming Reading

MoonDrop Equinox

Wed., June 19th, 6 p.m.

The Cascades, Joaquin Miller Park, Oakland

Free, books for sale.

Authors whose books were released during quarantine will read from their work. There will also be snacks and music available TBA.   



Friday, May 15, 2020

New Book!




Routine Bloodwork, Finalist for the Charlotte Mew Prize from Headmistress Press!


This chapbook was released just before the quarantine, so our exciting Oakland book launch at E.M. Wolfman and fabulous San Francisco book launch at Dog Eared Books Castro are postponed TBA. 

However, the chapbook is still available from these websites:

Headmistress Press at headmistresspress.blogspot.com
Amazon

And these bookstores in San Francisco, which are open:

Globus Books
Dog Eared Books Castro

One may also contact me directly at misscolleenmckee@yahoo.com to buy it directly from me. 


What do the critics have to say about it?

"My heart is not a dove. There is nothing/peaceful about it," declares the speaker in "The Pigeon." Accordingly, we see the airports, schedules, and trysts that attend this restlessness. A beautifully crafted villanelle, "The Wayside Inn," anchors this chapbook and the lovers in a temporary harbor."

     --Robin Becker, judge of the Charlotte 

       Mew Prize and author of The Black Bear
       Inside Me

"Fierce, funny, wise, and particular, Colleen McKee's poems speak of love and loss across cities and bodies where the mind is a dryer set on 'maximum setting,' and the words of a 'mean, cute, crazy ex...ricochet' across the heart like a cascade of balls in a pinball machine. Like the most brazen of tightrope walkers, Routine Bloodwork crackles and delights."

     --Hugh Behm-Steinberg, author of Animal 
       Children

"Although I have long admired Colleen McKee's prose and verse collections--her poems, memoirs, and stories--this is the book we've been waiting for: a complete, sustained collection of verse from a poet both technically gifted and passionate. It's sexy, witty, unnerving, tragic, and joyous. I love it."

     --Lee Foust, author of Inbetween




Monday, September 3, 2018

Where to Find My Other Books During Quarantine


The Kingdom of Roly-Polys and Routine Bloodwork are now available at the following fine locations:

Dog Eared Books Castro, San Francisco
Globus Books, San Francisco
     (both are open for browsing)
Live Worms Gallery, North Beach, San Francisco

Routine Bloodwork is also available through Amazon and Headmistress Press: Routine Bloodwork by Colleen McKee | Welcome to Headmistress Store (square.site)


Are We Feeling Better Yet? Women Speak About Healthcare in America, co-edited with Amanda Crowell Stiebel, is still available through Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Are-We-Feeling-Better-Yet/dp/0976067528/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1535998165&sr=1-1&keywords=are+we+feeling+better+yet

Friday, August 17, 2018

Past Appearances


Perfectly Queer: Great Gift Books!
Tues., Dec. 11th, 2018, 7 p.m.
Dog-Eared Books in the Castro
489 Castro St., San Francisco

Hosted by Wayne Goodman and Richard May
Reading with Sumiko Saulson and Jim 
    Provenzano
Free admission.Books for sale. 


11th Annual Beat Museum Poetry    Festival
Sat., Sept. 29th or Sun., Sept.    30th

The Beat Museum
540 Broadway, San Francisco

Two days of poetry and music, hosted by 
Corman-Roberts and Fred Dodsworth. (I will
read on one of these days--day and time
TBA.)
List of readers TBA.
Free with museum admission ($5 for students
and seniors, $8 for other adults). Booksfor sale.     
http://www.kerouac.com/beat_event/11th-annual-beat-museum-poetry-festival/  


Alt Beast
Sat., Oct. 6th, 12-5 p.m.
Mosswood Park, Oakland
Near MacArthur BART
  
Reading times for writers (including me) TBA.
Collectives and authors include: Association
   of Black and Brown Writers, hosted by
   Vernon Keeve III; Be About It Press, 
   hosted by Alexandra Naughton, with Jesse
   Prado and Riss Rosado; Rag Zine, with
   editor Cassandra Rockwood-Rice, Audrey T.
   Williams, Amos White, Sharon Coleman, 
   Laura Close; The Intrinsically Difficult
   Collective, curated by Alex Smith; Paul
   Corman-Roberts, and others TBA.
https://www.facebook.com/events/230645357604235/

On the Cusp at Litquake SF
Sat., Oct. 20th, 5 p.m.
Dalva
3121 16th St, San Francisco


Hosted by Allison Landa
With other writers TBA
Free. Drinks and books for sale
http://dalvasf.com/
https://www.litquake.org/


Friday, February 16, 2018

Spring and Summer Appearances

Reading with Lee Foust, moderated by David 
     Orr
Tues., Mar. 27th, 6:30-7:30 p.m.
St. Mark's Florence, Italy
Via Maggio 16, 50125 Firenze

Free; books for sale


Reading at William Taylor Jr.'s book launch      for From the Essential Handbook on 
    Making It to the Next Whatever
Fri., Apr. 6th, time TBA
The Beat Museum, 540 Broadway, San Francisco

Cassandra Dallett will also read.
Free; books for sale. 

Featured reader at Poetry Express
Mon., July 23rd, 7 p.m.
Himalayan Flavors, 1585
     University Ave., Downtown
     Berkeley 

Also includes an open mic.
Free. Dinner and books for sale. 

Rolling Writers--Love
Sat., July 28th, 6 p.m.
Rolling Out Bakery, 
1722 Taraval St., San Francisco

It's R-Dub Love, Rolling Writers’ evening of lit and music on romantic love. Featuring Anna Allen, Book Of Jones, Michael Crabtree, Rebecca Gomez Farrell, Sarah HaBa, 
B Lynn Goodwin, Colleen McKee, Carina Mifuel, Sarah Paris, Sandra Wassilie, and Wax Moon.


Free. Food, drinks, and books for sale. 

Flash Fiction Forum
Wed., Aug. 8th, 7 p.m.
Works Gallery
365 South Market St., San Jose


Authors and Works 
1.      Hugh Behm-Steinberg, “Bibles” published in Atticus Review.
2.      Colleen Mckee, “The 59 Cent Pad of Paper” published at MemoirPool.com 
3.      Jade Bradbury, “What’s Sauce for the Goose”
4.      Elizabeth Nguyen, “T-T-T-Telephone”
5.      Sarah Hinkle, “Family Aptitude Test”
6.      Lita Kurth, “Bed Bath and Beyoncé”
7.      Anne Sconberg, “Gin and Thin”

Intermission

8.      Bob Dickerson, “Stagecraft”
9.      Tarn Wilson, “A Single Mother’s Survival Guide: Money”
10.   Rob Pesich, “Apologies to “Caenorhabditis elegans”
11.   Michelle Myers, “Hair”
12.   Tara Ganguly, “Yes I’m Getting a Puppy”
13.   Bill Kalogeros, “Flight Behavior”
14.   Jared Nardone, “Number of Life” published in Red Wheelbarrow2018
15.   Heidi Eisips. “Mechoniot” (Cars)

Free; beer & soda for sale. 










Thursday, January 11, 2018

2018 Appearances: Writing & Music

On the Cusp: Resolutions Gone Wrong

Wed., Jan. 31st, 7:30-9:30 p.m.
The Bindery, 1727 Haight St., San Francisco

Memoir reading on beautiful mistakes. I'll read with Joseph Kim, Christine No, and Tony Press. Curated by Allison Landa.

$5 in advance, $10 at the door. Books for sale.

Rolling Writers: Mash-Up

Tues., Feb. 13th, time TBA (evening)
The Octopus Salon, 2101 Webster St. (at 22nd in BARTable Downtown Oakland)

I will sing from Shakespeare's Othello; others will do literary and musical performances.

Free; books, food, coffee, & drinks for sale.


Saturday, March 18, 2017




New Book, Upcoming Appearances!

My new book of poetry and memoir, The Kingdom of Roly-Polys, is now available at EM Wolfman Bookstore in downtown Oakland, at Dog-Eared Books in the Castro, San Francisco, and through Pedestrian Press.

http://thepedestrianpress.weebly.com/store/c1/Featured_Products.html

Rolling Writers
Rolling Out Bakery
1722 Taraval St., San Francisco
Sat., Nov. 11, time TBA 

Special Shakespeare-themed show with Laura Zink, Jon Sindell, William Taylor, Jr.; John Panzer; Cybelle Zufolo-Siegel, Sandra Wassilie, and others TBA


Recent Appearances

San Francisco Writers Workshop ReadingAlley Cat Books3036 24th St., San FranciscoSun., June 26, 2-5 pm

Colleen will read with other past and present members of the City's longest-running writers workshop. Other readers TBA. Hosted by James Warner. 


Free. Books for sale.

Beast Crawl

Rolling Writers Series presents "The Seven Ages of Man"
Venue TBA, downtown Oakland


Colleen will read with other writers TBA. Hosted by Jon Sindell. 
Free. Books for sale. 



Kingdom of Roly-Polys Book Launch

Reese Gallery

3410 Wisconsin St., St Louis

Th, Mar. 30th, 6:30 (doors at 6)

Ruth Reese, the owner and director of Reese Gallery, is also the sculptor of Oh Daphne, the artwork on the cover of The Kingdom of Roly-Polys. With readings by Colleen McKee, francine j harris, Paul Thiel, and Andrea Jackson. Paintings on display by Laura Panella.

Free, with refreshments. Books for sale. 


Passages on the Lake 

Lake Merritt Hotel Terrace Room

1800 Madison St., Oakland (near 19th St BART)

Wed., April 12, 7 pm

With readings by Colleen McKee and TBA. 

Free admission, with an elegant bar and dinner available. Books for sale. 


Rolling Writers: Let's Jew It!

Rolling Writers Bakery

1722 Taraval St., San Francisco

Sat., April 15, 6-8 pm



With readings by Colleen McKee, Susan Cohen, Rick May, Benjamin Wachs, Lenore Weiss and maybe more TBA. 

Free admission, with yummy cafe food and pastries available for sale. Books also for sale. 






Monday, May 9, 2016

Next Appearance

NOMADIC PRESS
Saturday, May 14th
7 p.m.
2926 Foothill Blvd.
Oakland, CA
Free with books for sale

Reading with Mike Edison on his Bay Area blast to celebrate his new book, YOU ARE A COMPLETE DISAPPOINTMENT: A TRIUMPHANT MEMOIR OF FAILED EXPECTATIONS (Sterling) with a typically rock’n’roll book tour!!!! 

THRILLS! SURPRISES! TALES OF SUBURBAN DYSFUNCTION! FREE ATOMIC FIREBALLS!!!!! 21st CENTURY BEATNIKS! TROUBADORS FOR A NEW WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!


featuring "World's Greatest Piano Player" Mickey FInn and the Astounding Rocket Tone Theremin!!! THIS WILL BE A FULL SET FEATURING X-RATED BLUES AND PSYCHEDELIC COMEDY!!!!! NOT A "BOOKSTORE READING"


An excerpt is available here: 
http://bit.ly/1WfhVQU


www.mikeedison.com

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

June-Nov. 2015 Appearances

June-Nov. 2015 Appearances

NAKED BULB READING SERIES
BAY AREA BOOK FESTIVAL
Sun., June 7, 2015
11 a.m. (My performance is at 11,
     but the festival takes place
     all day Sat., June 6, and 
     Sun., June 7.)
Allston Way (in front of the old Berkeley 
     Post Office, a few blocks from the
     Downtown Berkeley BART Station)
Free, but see Bay Area Book Fest website 
     http://www.baybookfest.org/
     to reserve tickets. 


Naked Bulb - 
18 featured readers
800 minutes of open-mic time
Come listen to some featured readers, open-mic readers, musicians.
Mail a letter.
Bring a picnic.
Sit on the steps and watch the spectacle.
There is a beer and wine tent a block away and plenty of food in the area.

LINE UP FOR NEXT WEEKEND
Plus 800 Minutes of Open-mic Spa
ce

SAT 6th
10 Sharon Coleman
11 JK Fowler
12 David Welper
1 Cassandra Dallett
2 William Taylor Jr.
3 Maw Shein Win
4 Joel Landmine
5 Daphne Gottlieb

SUN 7th
10 Gina Goldblatt
11 Colleen McKee
1 Rohan DaCosta
2 Tomas Moniz
3 Richard Loranger
4 Beach Head

5 A. Razor

https://www.facebook.com/events/876767512383009/
http://www.baybookfest.org/



POETRY UNBOUND
Art House Gallery
Sun., June 7, 2015
5-8 p.m.
2905 Shattuck Ave.
Berkeley, CA

Poetry Unbound #25

featuring:

Linda Lerner

Ellaraine Lockie

and Colleen McKee

with a brief open mic

hosted by Richard Loranger and Clive Matson


signup for open mic: 5 pm

start: 5:15


$5.-$10. donation , no one turned away

wheelchair accessible
https://www.facebook.com/events/868109356581449/



PRIDE POETRY

Fri., June 26, 2015
7 p.m.
Books Inc. in the Castro
2275 Market St., San Francisco

Poetry readings by Dean Kostos, Gr Keer, Erika Atkinson, Robert F. Santiago, and yours truly at a Castro institution. 

Free event; books for sale. 

https://www.facebook.com/sfpridepoetry2015/timeline
www.booksinc.net

415.864.6777 (Books Inc. in the Castro)


BAY AREA GENERATIONS
BEAST CRAWL
Sat., July 11, 2015
First Leg, 5-6 p.m.
Sweet Bar Bakery
2355 Broadway (near 19th St. BART Station)

At this series, each writer is paired with another writer of a different generation (or at least 10 years older/younger).

Readings by Jon Sindell + me; Eileen Malone + Kathleen McClung; Nina Serrano + Garrett Murphy; and musician Stella Peach

Free event; books, food, and beverages for sale.
http://beastcrawl.weebly.com/bay-area-generations.htm



ROLLING WRITERS: DOUBLES
Sat., Nov. 14th, 2015
Time TBA
Rolling-Out Bakery
1722 Taraval St., San Francisco

William Taylor, Jr. and I will read from each other's stories. So will some other pairs of writers, TBA, and there will likely be musical guests.

Free event; books, food, and beverages for sale

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Interview: Writer on Writer

Novelist Sarah Shotland interviews me for Writer on Writer, a feature on Karen Lilis' Small Press Librarian blog.

http://karenslibraryblog.blogspot.com/2014/09/writer-on-writer-sarah-shotland.html

Taschlikh

Here's a poem for all you sinners. It's the Jewish New Year now, when we do taschlikh--we throw lint or bread crumbs from our pockets into a body of water to symbolize letting go of our sins. 


TASCHLIKH

By the wizened roots of a massive oak
under the juniper tree

I cast my sins into the creek
scraping the lint from my pocket,

a mass of gritty regrets
tangled together, lodging under my nails.

I sat on the muddy bank
not caring about my skirt.

Blue gentians twisted in the oak roots,
clover bent under my boots.

One bit of foil was clumped in with my sins.
The lint swished downstream,

but the tiny glint of foil,
flashing in the sun, hooked

on a mass of gingko leaves too great
to be moved by mere water.

Some sins are too beautiful
to ever let go.


from Nine Kinds of Wrong, JKPublishing


Saturday, July 16, 2011

At the Edge of the Earth

Dear readers, I am now living in Berkeley, California, where the streets are lined in jasmine but often smell like piss. I'm working on a short story, a prose poem, and a poem.

Next magazine publication: real-life spy poems in eleven eleven

Next book publication: A Partial List of Things I Have Done for Money, a book of poems + two stories from JK Publishing. There will be a deluxe art version and a "regular" version. Both will feature the photos of John Walker Eckles (aka St. Johnnie Walker), Alison Carrick, and Bob Reuter.

Next reading: The Magic Eight (Bitchez Brew series), on Sat., July 30, 7:30-10:30, Viracocha SF, 998 Valencia, San Francisco. I'll read with Kathleen Wood, Maw Shein Win, James Warner, Siamak Vossoughi, Janey Smith, and Nicholas Karavatos. Music by the Beehavers, with Beeface Killah. I promise to be at my most magical bitchiest.

Monday, March 29, 2010

So You Want to Edit An Anthology

This week I am a guest columnist for Ruth Ellen Kocher's blog, aboutaword.blogspot.com If you've ever been curious about the glamorous world of editing a creative writing anthology, check it out.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Blue Like an Orange

La terre est bleue comme une orange.
(The world is blue like an orange.)
--Paul Eluard

I am riding the bus
with a pumpkin in my lap--no pass
or pocketbook, no notebook, map
or keys. I only hold the pumpkin,
a perfect size, not so large
I have to stretch my arms
to keep it in its place, but not so small
that it could roll or bounce beneath the seats.
I wear a dress the color of lettuce, iceberg
to be exact. I like that it is scalloped
like leaves around the hem. I have no plans
for my spherical squash,
no thoughts of pie or lanterns,
salted seeds or soup. No, no plans at all.
I look out the window with something like interest
though there is nothing to see, no foliage,
no fences, no birds or bustling men,
only a sky with that light
peculiar to October,
light like a golden ball
sunk in a deep blue pond,
this gold so blue so bright it wavers,
common, strange, unasked for grace.
Little kids behind me
sling their bodies across my seat to Ooh,
you've got a pumpkin! Oh, can I
pet your pumpkin? Of course,
I say. Of course. I continue to stare
at the sky as these children--strangers to me--
touch for the sake of touch. Somehow I know
the bus has turned yellow, that yellow
only buses can be. I sit
with the sun in my lap.

Temp Girl on the 91 Olive

I watch ants swarm about on the sidewalk
locked in mathematical fury,
a maze of imperatives
wobbling around a chicken bone
nearly as thin as their legs.

From my eyes, fifty-eight
inches away, the bone looks picked pretty clean,
shines like a stick pin of pearl,
but there must be some treasure
I cannot see, some miniscule morsel of gristle,
some scrap of sun-baked fat.
We all have our reasons for living.

I step up to the bus
and hear a soft crack--
feel it more than I hear it--
look under my heel, see marrow
and something like feathers,
filaments really,
waving in a breeze
I hadn't even noticed.

Next morning, I step off the Olive,
pull my name tag out of my purse
as the ants climb around inside the bone
scaling those brittle, arid canyons,
in search of oases of grease.

A Midnight Smoke on the Porch

I can see why no one really wants to give this up:
the tongue burning as though with wisdom,
the tongue that feels rough as a cat's,
the fingers that gesture with controlled flame,
a daydreaming conductor in the night.
It's an excuse to spend seven full minutes
staring at the moon.

Just me on the stoop, a little maudlin.
I imitate how you used to hold your cigarette.
I can feel in my body
when I borrow your gestures
how you must have felt then, young
and sexy in your thrift store finds,
your mod gold velvet,

coffee and cigarettes at three a.m.,
a girl at your side, a whole
lifetime to talk. The only reason
to ever get up from the table
was the cigarette vending machine,
its emerald green glow in the lobby.
Complimentary matches at the cashier's.

Do you remember that diner?
Has death made an improbable angel of you?
Can you see and recall everything
without pain? Or is death
the cessation of memory, and isn't
that the point
of suicide?

Who am I to say? Only
your insomniac ex. I'd like to think
I come and go for you in intervals of light,
just a small bright thing in the darkness,
the way your memory envelops me like smoke,
the way my hands, just for now, smell like you.

Front Stoop Poem for You, Two Days After Your Death

The starlings are going
through their stilted motions, hunting
and pecking and gathering. This one troops
down the rain-sputtered sidewalk--
in his jaw, a piece
of spring's profuse litter,
a cluster of seedlings.
For a nest, I suppose.
I don't know why I tell you this.
You never liked starlings. You despised them.
They were loud, like the drunks you served.
You'd close down the pub, get home
at five a.m., lie in bed with the sheet
over your face, and wish
you could shoot them
one by one.
They blackened the tree outside your window, screamed
just to see the sun.

I should think of something nicer to write
than how you hated cute little birdies.
You were my friend
for thirteen years. I should come up
with something better. I could write
what you loved: me, for example,
Diamond Dogs by David Bowie,
squirrels and fine scotch,
chicken curries from Pho Grand,
slingers from the Buttery,
the green velvet dress you got for me
from the AmVets Thrift Store on Grand--
you loved that place--and thick stacks
of pancakes from Uncle Bill's,
your mom's collard greens with bacon,
your granny's macaroni and cheese--
you ate more than anyone I ever met,
all one hundred-fifteen pounds of you--
you loved snow globes, Scrabble, your nieces,
silk ties from the twenties,
prank calls, Jimmy Stewart,
your blue bowling shirt...

The list isn't you. Nor is this poem,
which, I know, is kind of long.
Nothing is you but you, and
you're gone, but that just can't be,
so I stare at the starlings
who have survived you,
all their days spent in tiny motions
of sustenance. I resent all the people
on my street who aren't you.
I give them the St. Louis Stink-Eye
just because they have the nerve to exist.

I turn the ring you gave me
on my bony finger, the only ring
that ever fit. I wait on the stoop
for your friend to pick me up
to go through your things, to find
a shirt for you to wear to your funeral.
I think I'll wear the sexy green dress
with extravagantly high heels.
It's not appropriate, but neither were you.

Today it's cold, and the car is late,
so I keep writing, and the poem
doesn't end. I don't want
it to. Besides,
I don't know how.

Natural Causes

I had to live long enough to perfect my own funeral.
I'd saved my pennies for an open bar
at the chapel, only rail liquors,
no cheap shit. You only die once.
I'd saved my sequins
for the just-so
little black dress.

I'd spent every Sunday
of the last year of my life
rolling out rugelach dough,
that, and sewing on sequins.
It turns out rugelach
thaws very nicely.

I'd spent every Saturday night
accumulating suitors
so I would have plenty of mourners, men
to cry and shuffle their feet,
clutch the pale stems of flowers
in clammy palms,
clench and unclench their handsome jaws,
clean-shaven for once. They wish
they had treated me better.
Tattooed and virgin-skinned,
beer-bellied and svelte in their suits,
blonde and red-headed and bald,
they look sideways at each other
over my plain pine box.
They drink and hope my family
doesn't still hate them.

My friends whisper: She really could
pick em. Some guests
get in fist fights, of course,
a few ties loosened and rugelach-stained...
But after a few tears, a little blood,
some loose petals, people sigh.

They say things like,
I'm sorry. They say,
I wouldn't go...They say,
I have work
in the morning.
So they go.

One final man sticks around
to turn off the lights.

We are alone in the dark, fragrant
with living white jonquils,

each bunch in its world
of sugary water.

He pats my hand, the naked ring finger.
Each vase will be spilled

with the sun.