kelly schirmann is a writer, musician, & visual artist from california. she likes juice, workpants, & taking pictures of trees. she currently lives in portland oregon, where the crushin is easy. send her things at kellyschirmann at gmail dot com.
I am humbled & excited to announce that my brand new chapbook WHAT I CAN PROVE is now available for a tender & affectionate consumption. This first printing is limited to 50 copies, featuring twenty poems on high-quality ivory paper, letterpressed cover, & contrast hand-sewn saddle-stitch binding. They are gorgeous. I am very proud of them. You can get ‘em while they last at Powell’s Books for just $5. Or if you prefer, you can paypal $7 to kellyschirmann at gmail for an autographed copy + goodies, shipped directly to yr door, anywhere in the universe. As always, thank you for reading, sharing, & persisting. Y’all are strawberry lemonade. I hope your lives are the clean jars, holding you.
Kelly Schirmann and I are going to start a little project, one in which I write poems and she makes songs with those words. I’ll make a little book and she’ll make a little record. For practice, Kelly made a song out of a poem I’ve already written, which appears in Fjords vol. 1, called “Hands.” Kelly is the singer in Young Family, and writes poems that you can read, like here in Illuminati Girl Gang and here in Spork.
Four red hands float in the shittiness. The air is giving out. Horses jump over us, their hooves denting in our heads. When we look down, we do not have our hands. They’ve been replaced by something we’ve come to recognize as our parents.
My new collage series NEW MINE is now showing at People’s Yoga Northeast & DANG are they handsome. The show features a huge amount of brand new material, plus selected hand-lettered poems from my BROADSIDE collection & some pieces from my ongoing MYTHIXTAPE series. Originals & prints from this show are for sale & will be up soon at my online shop. Go see // say hi // keep a little for yourself.
one year ago today i left california with a trunkful of books & a bag of clothes & drove north to portland feeling sad & lost & small. it was the greatest decision i’ve ever made. if you are reading this, thank you for being a part of my life, my heart, my art, my words, & my dreams. i love you all very much.