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BarBar – We’ll start easy.  Tell us a bit about yourself outside of writing.

Alison – I moved to San Diego in 2019 after growing up in Richmond, VA. I moved for the sun, and to help distance myself from my job so I could better focus on writing and my children. I own three adult stores in Richmond where I promote sex positivity which I also try to do in my work. In San Diego I got my yoga and aerial yoga instructor certifications. I live with my partner, my two kids, two dogs with seven legs between them, six chickens, four fish, and a snake that is loose in the house somewhere.

BarBar – Let’s get to know you, the writer, a little better.  Do you prefer to write alone or with people around, say in a public place?

Alison – I go through phases. In Richmond I would write on my porch swing every night and edit at a coffee shop after work the next day. I occasionally write at coffee shops here but mostly Im at home. Currently Im trying to find the right balance of writing in a notebook and typing on a computer. I like the speed of a computer but writing by hand feels more organic.

BarBar – Inspiration strikes whenever it wants, wherever you are.  Will you list some of the places you were at when you either conceived of these poems or actually wrote them?

Alison – Everywhere! When inspiration strikes and Im not near my desk or my notebook Ill voice notes into my phone. Ive done this on walks, while driving, even jumped out of the shower to quickly record some words.

BarBar – What is your relationship to writing like?  Do you love it?  Hate it?  Do you think your art comes from within you or do you believe in muses, or a divine spirit that uses you as an antenna?  Further, do you write quickly and wash your hands when finished or do you labor day after day over one poem, scrutinizing every word choice?

Alison – I love writing but I also put off doing it which is amusing and frustrating to me. I think its the pressure I put on myself to produce something good. I dont know about a divine spirit but I do like to think that the words come though me. In Oshos book on creativity he says that artists are like bamboo through which the art flows. When I find myself working too hard I remind myself to be the bamboo!” I have a tattoo backpiece of a bunch of dead writers and poets at the bottom of which is a typewriter that says Dont Try” which is on Charles Bukowskis grave.

I find my best poems are the ones that come out complete. The more I edit, the less organic they feel. I attend a poetry workshop every week where we each share one poem and give each other constructive criticism. I dont think Ive sent out a poem in four years that didnt first go through that group.

BarBar – If you could cure yourself from the writer’s bug, would you take the cure?  What do you think you’d do instead of being tormented all day long by the existential anxiety of creation?

Alison – Absolutely not! I feel very fortunate to be a writer. I started writing in elementary school where I placed in and won contests on the regional level. I knew then that thats what I wanted to do. I was poetry editor in my high schools literary magazine and I entered college with a major in English (though I eventually switched for something that would better help me career-wise.) After college life got in the way and I wrote very little. I look back at those years as the most untrue” years of my life.

I see my writing as an interpretation of life and life, itself, as art. It helps me better understand the world and myself.

BarBar – Let’s get to know your work better now.  Tell us about the title.

Alison – The word blink” is in the first line of the first poem and there its used to describe taking a photograph with your eyes, storing a snapshot of a moment without using a camera. My poems are all snapshots of my life.

BarBar – If your collection manifested into human form, what would your first date be like?

Alison – On our first date wed split a bottle of wine and have sex.

BarBar – If your collection was a constellation, what would this new sign be?  Can you give us a brief horoscope reading for someone born under that sign?

Alison – She would be a Leo, Aries rising, because I am. Shed be fiery and confident, but not as confident as she seems. Shed be introverted but shed also love being the center of attention. Nowhere in her chart would there be Cancer or Sagittarius.

BarBar – Let’s return back to you.  Great work always leaves you wanting more, where else can we find your work?  Do you have any future plans for writing?

Alison – You can find some of my previously published poetry as well as a poorly updated (but I promise to be better!) blog at ThroatstotheSky.com. Also through that site you can get to my literary magazine, Throats to the Sky Magazine. You can buy my first chapbook called Flowering, (adj.) at Weasel Press, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon.

BarBar – Speaking of, what are your three desert island books?

Alison – Desolation Angels by Jack Kerouac is the book that made me realize that writing didnt have to adhere by certain guidelines and that I could be free to express myself however I wanted, so definitely that. Id also take Bukowskis Love is a Dog from Hell and Obituaries by William Saroyan.

BarBar – What if we said you could take those three, but also one guilty pleasure.  What would you take?  Ignore the logistics.  It can be a book, album, or movie.

Alison – A vibrator.

BarBar – Lastly, how do you see the rest of your life as a writer?

Alison – My partner and I recently bought a house in Joshua Tree that is to eventually become our forever home.” I like to think of myself there, spending days and nights writing in the desert. As far as what I produce and how, where the whole thing takes me, I dont know, but I hope I will continue to devote a lot of time and love to it.

    So hey, I have a book out! Flowering, (adj.) (which by the way was originally the title of a shitty memoir I once wrote and is so much better suited for this collection) was published by Weasel Press this month. Its theme is sex. Sex positivity, anti-slut shaming, call it anything other than “erotica” unless you want to call it “literary erotica.” I like to think I wasn’t just masturbating onto the page.

    You can pick it up at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Weasel Press if you’re so inclined, and trust me, any inclination to do so would be so very much appreciated. I know that books aren’t as popular as they used to be (which I find very sad) and certainly not books of poetry, but poetry is the most important thing in the world to me. That wraps up my sales pitch.

    I’m also excited to announce that my SECOND book, blink is being published by BarBar later this month. I know it might seem odd that I have two books coming out so close together and I promise you that this isn’t (I wish) the way things are going to go in the future. Crazy timing, is all. Sort of like that time I spent 12 years trying to find a second Taboo location only to open my third that same year.

    If you’re wondering, or even if you’re not, blink celebrates its fair share of sex, but it also includes pieces about love (ongoing and lost,) trauma, abuse, and mental health. I’m really looking forward to sharing it with you.

    Thank you, every single one of you reading this, for your support. It means everything.

      Last night I dreamt that an orgy was happening across the Street from Taboo which I guess would be Audio Express but in the dream it was more like a community center a few blocks away. We watched them fuck and they watched us process inventory

      and then they came over. A sandy haired man named Phoenix, the name of one of my chickens but more likely representing River who died 30 years and three days ago, displayed his beautifully curved cock and I said no thank you. He fucked  women and I watched those women fuck other women and I was grateful to be there.

      But they used more toys than they paid for and I spent the rest of the night and most of the morning cleaning up.

       

        A few years ago I brought you the sexiest songs ever as determined by me and later I let you have the floor. These songs might not the sexiest but they are the best, on account of I said so.

        1. Your Love, The Outfield
          Not only did the Outfield fail to have another hit, they didn’t even write another decent song. I know this to be true because I tried SO MANY TIMES to like EVEN ONE. Even the video is lackluster. It’s like a dark set design situation that multiple band members enter wearing sunglasses. The “older woman” is an artist who seems to be nearing the ripe old age of 17. I’ll buy it, because the singer looks 12.* But y’all, “JOSIE’S ON A VACATION FAR AWAY!”
        2. Never Tear Us Apart, INXS
          This song takes the number two spot for many reasons, not the least of which is that it’s my song with my dog, Quan.  Quan, bless his heart, becomes terrified every time he hears the intro because he knows I’m about  to pick him up and insist that he perform his saxophone solo.
        3. Unbelievable, EMF
          OH! WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!
        4. Wasted Time / Monkey Business (tie), Skid Row
          I can sing them both euqally well. In Wasted Time, I’m sad. In Monkey Business I’m angry. I’m a well rounded artist who can capture both. (Takes a bow)
        5. Nice & Slow, Usher**
          What was Usher doing at 7:00?
        6.  Every single song by Heart
          What about love? Don’t you want someone to care about you?
          also,
          I always got by until I met you.
          but
          All I Wanna do is Make Love to you, Baracuda
        7. Babelogue, Patti Smith
          I wake up. I am lying peacefully. I am lying peacefully with my knees open to the sun. I desire him. He is absolutely ready to seize me.
        8. Alison’s Starting to Happen, The Lemonheads
          He even spelled my name right!
        9. What I am, Edie Brickell
          Raise your hand if you agree:
          1. Philosophy is talk on a cereal box
          2. Religon is a smile on a dog
          3. Philosophy is a walk on slippery rocks
          4. Religion is a lie in the fog
        10. Friday Night, Dennis Wilson
          I will love you forever, my sweet prince.

        * RIP Outfield lead singer, Tony Lewis, whose death in 2020 at age 62 actually makes him 28 at the time of the video.

        **Also on the sexy list.

          When you killed yourself it was as if you said your time here is done without giving me a chance to weigh in. If you’re dead, is Eddie Money dead? (He is.) Is your white Firebird Trans AM with the Catfish license plate dead? (It is.) Is Kid Rock a transphobic dick? (He is.) Is Aerosmith done touring? (I think I read that headline today) but look.

          You can’t just be done when those things are done. That’s bullshit and you owe us more than that. Maybe not me, because I was a shit near the end, which I know. I want to visit your grave, your parents, but that’s up to them. It’s not up to us how time moves on but you made it up to you and that was unfair and also extremely fair because it’s up to you how you do you but still GODDAMIT.

          I mailed your mother a crystal. I’m not sure what she thought about that. I miss you, you piece of shit.

            I called my dad and told him that I’m going to start playing Words with Friends with the manager of the Monkees which did not impress him. He said “The Monkees haven’t been famous for decades!” and I had to remind him that Patty Duke hasn’t either but he still boasts about a slow dance they shared in the 50s at every family dinner, never mind that we’ve all heard it before.

            I said, “Look, at my age, this is the closest I’m going to get to a brush with fame.” I didn’t tell him that I slept with the drummer of Skid Row and a member of the Drive By Truckers, that I was one hot blonde away from bagging Jizzy Pearl.

            He said, “The Monkees were actors before they were musicians anyway.”

              That my hand has the privilege of rising and falling with your chest

              I will pull myself together, legs and all

                1. Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick’s daughter is like a perfect combination of the two of them.

                2. Why don’t we give Kevin Bacon more credit for being hot? I know he’s no Keanu Reaves, but he’s easily second best.

                3. Did y’all know that Kansas City is in Missouri?

                4. Do y’all know where Missouri is?

                5. Did little circles always follow running players?

                6. Snoop. Grooming a dog wearing sunglasses? Skechers?

                7. Martha. “Get your feet off the desk”? Fucking hell you’re both perfect.

                8. Does anyone know from where I can order plant based chicken wings with little plastic bones inside?

                9. How many pads go into a football player’s football costume?

                10. I want to be Bradley Cooper’s mom. Or at least have Bradley Cooper close to my vagina.

                11. Lots of hyphenated last names on jerseys. I like it!

                12. Where the fuck is Rhianna? Is it time to start running my bath?

                13. I’m in love with Nick Bolton now.

                14. She. Fucking, Claimed it.

                *Unsure if I’m allowed to say Super Bowl