It happens in the writing life where projects are delayed, writing tasks are suspended, and deadlines are missed. It happens with my own self imposed writing timelines and it happens to the publishers and journals I submit my work to. Frankly, such delays and misadventures are because life happens, and it is happening pretty hard … Continue reading Life and writing happens
Going live
I am very happy to announce a poem of mine has been published over at Lucky Jefferson in their 365 Collection. Please visit if you feel so inclined. There's not much else to say. The poem will stand (or fall) by itself, on its own terms. I am just relieved some of my work is … Continue reading Going live
Somehow, it’s August
I have one flash fiction and one short story that I believe are probably close to the best things I have written so far. What they have in common, apart from me, is they both remain unpublished. I suspect these narratives are not genre-specific enough, but probably slightly too whimsical (?) for the literary publishers. … Continue reading Somehow, it’s August
The spam files
Yes, it is Friday night / Saturday morning and I am required by public health decree to have no where else to be, so it's time for another look in the old spam files. I mean, just because there is a pandemic and my city is in lock down, doesn't mean the bots and the … Continue reading The spam files
A big day
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
The year of big perhapses
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
Watcha watch?
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?
They come not as single spies
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
Long time climbing
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
Ewasing Woger
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
