Feast or famine

Two new poems out this week!

It’s crazy how this poetry world works sometimes. There are times when I think, ok, maybe I won’t ever get another poem out in the world and then other times like now when I am simply astonished at my luck. This past week, I have had two new poems come out into the world. One of them feels like a shooting star to me. I wrote it shortly after returning from our family vacation in Sicily where we hiked Mt. Etna—so I think I guess I wrote the first draft in July in response to a prompt by the amazing Sarah Ann Winn during a Poet Camp class (if you’re a poet and you haven’t taken one of her classes, run, do not walk—fall classes are open for registration now). And in the first batch of submissions, I got a nearly immediate response from the lovely journal, The Shore. And then the poem came out so quickly. Let me tell you, for non-writers out there: this never happens. The process of writing, revising, submitting, rejection, revising and final acceptance and publication is usually something more like years. So this poem is a miracle: America, 2025.

And also this week, a poem came out in the lovely journal, Canary. This one took much longer to find a home and then has taken more than a year to come out (they accepted three poems and are putting them out in different issues), but I’m so pleased to see it out in the world: Echoes of a Future State.

I promise, I’m not always as apocalyptic as this, but you know, this seems to be where we are at the moment.