The Cicada Has Landed!

At long last (supply chain delays be damned!), we’ve got CICADA in-house and orders will be shipping out directly!

For all who’ve already ordered: I truly can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hate hate hate being late on a release date, but I suppose sometimes things are simply beyond our control. So we do our best, move forward, and try to learn from the process! Any-who…expect a little something extra in your long-delayed orders, as it seemed the least I could do.

It’s been terrific to work, again, with Sean Lynch, and to really take stock of specifically one piece, try to chronicle it from start to finish to better understand what happen with it, and how. It’s easy to lose sight of these subtle kinds of magic in the hustle and bustle of working on whatever’s next. The simple truth is, anything reaching anyone beyond folks we directly know is a kind of miracle, and even when looking deeply at it, there’s just no way to ever fully grasp how a piece connects with others. In fact, since the book was sent off to the printer, I did another cursory search and discovered a couple more tattoos, and even a touching instance where the poem used was a metaphor for someone’s transition into their preferred self. As ever, I am humbled and surprised by everyone who feels a kinship with the poem. And I’m grateful to witness the continued magic of all of this.

180 Seconds...(or less!)

180 Seconds...(or less!)

Welp, whatd’ya know…the kind folks at the Santa Fe Reporter have not only revitalized the film festival circuit with what they’re calling, “the return of that sweet film festival, 3 minute style,” they’ve also invited one of our drunk poem animations to be involved!

The annual film fest, sponsored by the Santa Fe Reporter and held at the Center for Contemporary Arts, aims to, “celebrate all that cinema that is short, sweet and to the point.” We’re pleased as punch that one of our drunk poems fit the bill! So if you happen to be in Santa Fe on Wednesday, December 29th, 2021 at about 6pm, why not come root for all the local cinematic talent! Tickets are $10, and available below!

Viva la small press! And long live the DrunkSkull!