Found Poetry, True Blood's Sookie Stackhouse, and Excavating Meaning

Living Dead: PopPoetry x THE POEMING

Found poetry is kind of like a zombie: both inert and very much alive, something pre-formed that has been electrified with new and possibly disturbing energy. Seems perfect for Spooky Season: there’s plenty to fear, these days, on top of your routine vampires and ghouls and black cats. Who needs horror movies in October 2020 when a fascist pumpkin has a shot at a second term as President of the United States, when the pumpkin endorses sheet-wearing white supremacists, when a sinister pandemic passes over the globe like smoke?

Diving into the creepy shit when our days are this dark might seem foolish, but sometimes you have to do your shadow work in order to prepare, one day, for the light to come in.

I’m super excited to be participating in THE POEMING this month! Over on my Poeming-approved Tumblr for this project, PopPoeming, I’ll be writing one found poem every day using Charlaine Harris’ Living Dead in Dallas as a source text.