Aimee Herman (they/them) is the author of the novel, “Everything Grows” (Three Rooms Press) and two full length books of poems, “meant to wake up feeling” (great weather for MEDIA) and “to go without blinking” (BlazeVOX books), in addition to being widely published in journals and anthologies including BOMB, cream city review, and Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics (Nightboat Books). Aimee is a queer writer and educator and a founding member alongside David Lawton in the poetry band, Hydrogen Junkbox.
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Hey Aimee,
this is Scott from Boulder. You may or may not remember me, I was in Family Ties with your Quetzo (sp?) Chris, Noah, Allison. Anyway, I was very pleasantly surprised to see your face on the 27 year old yenta page. Just wanted to say congrats on your success, working hard (or not working hard, whatever your process demands), and being all cool and stuff.
Sincerely,
Scott
I sincerely think I’ve found my new favorite author. Ever. I love the way you write. Do you ever do performances?
Amazed and a little turned on/grossed out as always
What could I say without remembering your hands on my microphone ?
Why would i ever forget your soft voice burning inside me day and night ?
When did the carnage of your eyes disappear ? Love you now as ever.
Stalking a Poet
(For Aimee Herman)
Stealthily I get inside her skull-
a tedious process, she leaves no maps
legends disintegrate upon touch
I track her scent-
In the raw free verses she sheds-
scrapping samples
bagging tagging – her verbs and iambs;
cells arranged assonance-wise-
I test, taste, navigate-
her dark alleys, dead-ends.
Through unclimbable fences, I peer,
piecing together jigsawed sights
thirsting for one glimpse of the whole
(not the tail, not the trunk
the whole darn elephant!)
Scars on her shoulder blades, flight dissolved-
breathes swollen with fireflies
she breaks open her body-
bi-polar ends of her axis
cloning herself over and over-
a composition of mountains
unfolding-
a haemorrhaging story.
I wept over her autopsied corpses,
labyrinths losing into each other.
studied her dissociations,
heavier than secrets and dying stars;
bedless lakes,
I swum in her until my eyes wrinkled
hunting-
the language of her shut doors and open wounds,
the enjambment of her silence
each a thorn, a tear – untrammelled.
– Jeena ❤
I read your words aloud, Poet. Here the length of your exhales knit into syllables. Woven, too. And knotted like campfires clinging to evening stars. Your language moves me all the way here….
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Hi Aimee! I started your Everipedia entry for you. Take a look: https://www.everipedia.com/aimee-herman-poet/
Would love to know what you think of the site. I run and am the Executive Editor of Everipedia and right now I am making entries for poets on the Troubling the Line anthology.
HMU if you have Qs! Would love to connect!
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Hi Angel, Thanks for doing that!!
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Hi Aimee, I just recently came across your work in Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics, and I’ve been working on a project centered around your piece “to soften.” Each time I reread it I find something new that touches me and infuriates me and moves me to want to create and talk to others about your work. Your writing is so impactful, as I was doing some research on you I happened upon your bio and just wanted to send you this quick thank you for your work.
Hi Hannah, Thank you so much for sharing your words with me!
Words wyrding they whey less then comments wrestling me into the coughee grondz i whaz broke but my tooth did not sing did not remember to forfeit your
voice melting thru me. when my years opinned agin I found my wings.Hallways & Frever.
Lance Earnest! After all these calendars and mileage…..
Calendrical mileages and trantric dreamseepings whorling trough marrow rising with a mourning son, never a father, but sometimes just a figure [of the same] Yes, alive and well, gosh and gee, I have missed your voice and OH YEAH !! your RED HAIR and your creative fire. I seldom see paint peeling from the walls anymore, but I do see some pages go smokey in my eyes. I check in on you from time to time and bought one of your new books…. I promise to buy more !!!!
Lance!!! Here is my email: aimeeherman@gmail.com I would love to send you a letter….paper/stamp/envelope/like the good ol’ days.