stipulations / no immediate danger

Two poems up at Black Sun Lit. Follow link to read.

myself as a printed thing

Two of my poems, one old, one new, have been published in The Thing Itself, just released, check them out and/or order a copy of issue 41 on their website, here. It's beautiful:

the horse i am riding

Sent my poem, The Horse I Am Riding, to the new local zine kids on the block and they made it look cool. Their magazine is called GUMBO. Check them out.

as a literary orphan

A poem of mine, 'awareness' is featured in Literary Orphans' newest issue, #10: Bettie. If you have a spare moment, take the chance to peruse this lovely little lit journal.

This is what i hope to be the first of many steps into the literary world this year (&on). Your love/support is invaluable.

In case you missed the hyperlink above: http://www.literaryorphans.org/playdb/awareness-by-courtney-marie/

femme fest

I am usually the one behind the camera so it's nice to stumble on photos from sets taken by strangers. I am not sure who took this photo, so if you know, please drop me a line so I can credit them appropriately. Femme Fest was a rad show for a good cause and I really enjoyed myself, even though I was nervous as hell on stage. I don't think I've ever heard Mable's get so quiet. Hopefully that's a good thing?

myself as a Disembodied Text

Been writing fiendishly lately. Sometimes I think it's working. I've been summoning the courage to do more readings, some in town, others out of town, in Dallas, usually through a gallery collective called Two Bronze Doors. One of the most genuine groups of artists I have ever come across- they are truly inspiring. Through them I was recently asked to submit some poems to the Dallas-based publication Disembodied Text. I sent along some slightly more experimental pieces that I've been working on, which they seemed to like and published. Do check out their website and the gallery sometime if you can, and enjoy these strange little poems of mine.

a ghost

the trees

a poem: haunted

in the spirit of creepy shit, here's a halloween-ish poem i wrote for Denton Spoken Word Collective's recent chapbook, released at the dead poet show last Thursday. the book is full of lovely poems written by lovely people, and the cover was designed by the incredible Annavittoria. it would seem everyone had a lot of fun reading at the show (i did- i think- i'm pretty sure, at least) and as a bonus, i didn't get in a fight with the bartender.

remember candy is terrible for you and zombies aren't real and drunk driving is for assholes. Xo.

dead poets: dorothy parker, anne sexton, & edgar allen poe