Emilie's first full-length collection, mother-mailbox (2016), is available from Misty Publications.
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Cover art by Karen Laudon
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Small Adult Trees/Small Adulteries (Dancing Girl Press, 2014)
Read selections from the series in Brawler Literary Magazine.
Read selections from the series in Brawler Literary Magazine.
{Typical Specimen}:
Inside a small adult tree a long-haired love child sleeps. You’ll take turns nursing her from a ceramic avocado green bottle—androgynous earth mothers, both of you. In the night, she never cries but rather recites every illicit phrase you ever whispered to one another in the dank confines of a bar called The Reptile Palace: “You are a beautiful plant just beginning to blossom.”
Inside a small adult tree a long-haired love child sleeps. You’ll take turns nursing her from a ceramic avocado green bottle—androgynous earth mothers, both of you. In the night, she never cries but rather recites every illicit phrase you ever whispered to one another in the dank confines of a bar called The Reptile Palace: “You are a beautiful plant just beginning to blossom.”
"Using the E.T. saga as a springboard, Lindemann presents a set of codes to be unlocked and interpreted. There is an overall strange and lovely metamorphosis that unfolds as the poems progress...In Queen of the Milky Way, Lindemann does a lovely job of making what is alien, familiar and what is familiar, exceedingly strange." |
Queen of the Milky Way (Dancing Girl Press, 2013) Read reviews of Queen of the Milky Way in Luna Luna Magazine and in Issue 113-114 of Verse Wisconsin. |
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Dear Minimum Wage Employee: You Are Priceless (Dancing Girl Press, 2011)
An interview on this chapbook is available here.
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An interview on this chapbook is available here.
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Corporate Macaroni Code
What is acceptable: black slacks,
especially when paired with a fuck-me voice
and a meek smile.
Avoid thrusting your elbows outward,
talking with your hands.
(This is only
for your own good. We wouldn’t want you
to look anything but professional.
We wouldn’t want you
to be mistaken for a woman shopping freely,
schlucking her boots against the linoleum,
sniffing blouse pits or rubbing discount dresses
between stubby fingers.)
On days when the weather
is especially conducive to Capri pants,
we want you to give us your shiniest apples,
your macaroni necklaces, the last rasp of your voice,
even if it’s higher or purpler than you feel.
Even if you go home to peanut butter.
What is acceptable: black slacks,
especially when paired with a fuck-me voice
and a meek smile.
Avoid thrusting your elbows outward,
talking with your hands.
(This is only
for your own good. We wouldn’t want you
to look anything but professional.
We wouldn’t want you
to be mistaken for a woman shopping freely,
schlucking her boots against the linoleum,
sniffing blouse pits or rubbing discount dresses
between stubby fingers.)
On days when the weather
is especially conducive to Capri pants,
we want you to give us your shiniest apples,
your macaroni necklaces, the last rasp of your voice,
even if it’s higher or purpler than you feel.
Even if you go home to peanut butter.