Some Chorus of Impermanence live from Chichén Itzá
Video of me reading "Some Chorus of Impermanence" live from the ruins of Chichén Itzá.
Where Can We Grow If Not the Garden (Invasive Blues) video
Watch me read "Where Can We Grow If Not the Garden (Invasive Blues)" out in the woods.
existential motion sickness, a highway lullaby
Here's a poem from SONGS FOR LEAVING called "existential motion sickness, a highway lullaby"
SONGS Winter 2022/23 Mini-Tour Recap
Mini-Tour Recap & Photo Dump!
SONGS FOR LEAVING Winter 2023 Mini-Tour
SONGS FOR LEAVING (Gutter Snob Books) is out. I’m gonna hit the road to do a little book peddling & […]
RIP 2022
2022 In Review
Songs For Leaving Launch Party This Saturday- The Owensboro Messenger-Inquirer
This Saturday the good folks at the Daviess County Public Library are hosting a launch party reading for my Gutter […]
Just Another October Poem in pioneertown
Big thanks to Brenna Kischuk & the pioneertown team for including my poem Just Another October Poem in their latest […]
Songs for Leaving
I’m so excited, y’all. My Gutter Snob Books poetry collection SONGS FOR LEAVING is out now. There’s a paperback, ebook, […]
Songs for Leaving Audio
Preorder/Presave the audio release of SONGS FOR LEAVING today.
Riversong (Memorial Potamology)
Songs for Leaving, my Gutter Snob Books poetry collection, comes out on Black Friday (11/25/22). In the meantime, here’s a […]
Songs from a Shipping Container
Here’re three songs live from a shipping container
In the Mower’s Wake anthologized in Made of Rust and Glass
My creative nonfiction piece about a robot lawn mower in a cemetery was anthologized in Made of Rust and Glass, […]
Shipwrecked on Liminal Island
I’ve got a new poem in the October Issue of Drunk Monkeys. It’s called Shipwrecked on Liminal Island. Read the […]
Songs for Leaving Cover Reveal
Later this year Gutter Snob Books will publish a new collection of my poems called Songs for Leaving. These songs/poems […]
Gundrunk Blues for Uvalde
I hope this Sunday finds you well and surrounded by your loved ones. Senseless death weighs heavily on our shoulders. […]
A.S. Coomer 