new work by j/j hastain: Non-Novels – The New Elemental Project

nonnovels    j/j hastain is a poet, priestess, and pundit of the subconscious, surreal and sensationally sensate.  Also a bit of a poltergeist of gender transmission and translocation, j/j is pleth *.    I call pleth  “j forward slash j” since pleth’s name is less nomenclature than address.  A pointer toward a place, yet one that is virtual and not entirely dependent upon actual and specific earthly addresses although always informed by the senses.   Continue reading “new work by j/j hastain: Non-Novels – The New Elemental Project”


Final NaPoWriMo poem for April 2013

So, with my good friend, I was able to complete NaPoWriMo. I would recommend that, making a deal with a writing buddy and each night emailing them the fruits of your imaginative labor for the day.  I wrote a poem for each day in April, thirty in all.  I am only posting a few, and here’s the last one.    I had a blast!  Now, to get back to my novel…

Late Song  

a coffee cup  — empty

an open sound frayed at the gathering tips

the last lonely night ending in broken promises

nowhere to go – but up


            a deer and a jackrabbit reinvent time  —

Max Wolf Valerio ©  April 29, 2013

The Circle

Another poem plucked from my pile of poems written in this month of NaPoWriMo.

The Circle


The stones were not in place when I saw them

sleeping and full near the side of the road


heaven was abstract then and a dream away

we played with symbols and fetish objects for hope


only on the beach apertures began to open, flooding our senses

musical shells and iron tools were scattered on the sand


sleep came as night began to seep into the windows

the moon was radiant


I could hear the howling as soon as I got into my car

I could feel the dirt road under the wheels churning bones and the teeth of wild cats


we got out and began to search for the hunters

deer and bobcat, svelte badgers were circling at a wide distance


sight became extended , up to the stars following the long line of lights along poles

barriers become transparent, as we name the animals and call to each one

Max Wolf Valerio © April 20, 2013