I always forget that my out-of-print first book – Going Fast in Loose Directions – is on Amazon for almost $1000. I have no idea who the sellers are. People who purchased the signed copies perhaps.
Also, I have an author page there. I updated it as we move into 2020 and the debut of Sagittarius A*.
who before us lived
through what we take for granted.
May we make them proud.
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Thanksgiving greetings, everyone. I have something amazing for which to be thankful.
Sagittarius A* has found a permanent home!
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In a bizarre reverse on that classic “Will & Grace” scene, my chapbook Sagittarius A* was recently accepted for publication by a very well-known press. An editor and I spent a week discussing edits, release date, format, the cover, etc. I had withdrawn the manuscript from two other open calls and had told a few friends. The editor communicated their excitement for the book. Of course, I was thrilled that someone finally gave my weird little book of astrophysics-inspired poems a chance!
Then, someone at the press decided to google me and discovered my social media. Less than a day later, someone from the press emailed me in the middle of the night to inform me they were no longer interested in my chapbook or me. The email was a bizarre Continue reading “Accepted, Accepted, Declined”
A few things.
POETRY AFIELD was a huge success. We had great turnout, the feedback on our poets was amazing, and the bar asked for it to become a series. Maybe in 2020…the weather isn’t likely cooperating with us for the remainder of the fall. Also:
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As I prepare to write a new essay on creative impulses, I revisited this old essay I wrote on craft for Dustin Brookshire’s blog I WAS BORN DOING REFERENCE WORK IN SIN.
“Why I Write”
I write because of the farm, where my grandfather planted sweet corn and cut his hair based on the moon phases. Where Skunk Tail hurdled a double-wire electric fence and stomped a dog to death for being too close to her calf. The farm was abundant living and
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Check out the poster for the reading I’m hosting later this month.