Chest Thumping

Have a new poem showing up at 42opus today. A very cool e-zine I'd been knocking on the door of for a few years, nice to finally make it in the house.

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For more self-promotion, I'll be reading in Washington DC at Rock Creek Park on June 30th at 7:30. It's part of the Joaquin Miller Cabin Poetry Series and presents an amazing opportunity to read outside. I'm super-stoked. If you're in the area, come on out!


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I've been reading James Galvin's The Meadow in my tent at night. It's gorgeous. There's so much weather. It makes me more aware of the rain, how it sounds on the tarp, like lips puckering. The more I think about it, the more the poems I'm currently writing seem like they belong in the manuscript. This means I'm going to have to let go of the current framework I have in place and find places for them. I imagine this will not be the first time this happens. Nevertheless, I'll post some of my favorite Galvin excerpts sometime soon when I have the book in hand.


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Killer first line of the moment:

"Deer, lightning, bluebird, toad--"

from R.T. Smith's "Beneath the Mound"
(Southern Appalachian Poetry: An Anthology, McFarland & Co., Inc., 2008)


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