The boring days are ones without writing news. When I keep hitting the refresh on various online submission platforms, and my emails and...nuthin', nada, non. These no-news days pile up. A month or two or more can pass without a response. But the writing and the work of submitting and scouting publications continues. Tallying the … Continue reading A big day
Every now and again I'm overwhelmed by a feeling 2020 diverged into an alternate dystopian universe. This 2020 is what it is, meanwhile, the 'real' 2020 is out there, nothing globally cataclysmic happening, just days going by as they were meant to. Then, this feeling subsides and while 2020 may become the year we use … Continue reading The year of big perhapses
Recent viewing includes the films Relic and, like everyone else, The Old Guard. These are two productions without anything in common except: family, loyalty, love, fear, death and violence. Relic is an atmospheric Australian horror film, full of luscious winter visuals and meaningful weather. The setting does a lot of the heavy lifting in this … Continue reading Watcha watch?
Things seem to have changed. Or I have changed. As a poet told me recently, there is the business of writing and the work of writing. The business is the endless search for journals and opportunities, and formatting, and sending submissions. The business has somehow come into alignment. I am finding places that want my … Continue reading They come not as single spies
I have been writing poetry (I want to say 'attempting poetry' like it's mountain climbing) for approximately since I could write. This has been on and off, because, like a mountain climbing expedition, it's not every day. The mind has mountains a poet said, but poetry writing does too. Finally though, another poem I've edited … Continue reading Long time climbing
I've been writing (secret, anonymous) erasure poetry for awhile now, but with actual, physical books. Don't worry, no valuable tome was harmed, but a few old text books, and some cheap copies of classics were rescued and put through the wringer. But it is for poetry, so it is for the greater good. Anyway, as … Continue reading Ewasing Woger