Waking to the sounds of rain on a Sunday morning is one of life's gifts. The wrapping paper is the roof and walls of your house. Of course, in my case, I shed the coziness right away as I don rain gear to walk the dog. His thick black coat pearls up with drops. He'll … Continue reading Call Your Mother. Tell Her About the Animal Crackers.
DAD My day-to-day work, see, is reading manuscripts, so you can see what put me on to publishing--my day job. By night I read Ted Hughes, my favorite poet, particularly his crow poems. The conjunction of bright idea (day) and Ted's crows (night) put me on to this novella in verse...kinda, sorta verse. BOYS We … Continue reading Review: Grief Is the Thing With Feathers
Getting a book of poetry accepted by a publisher can be a heady experience akin to euphoria (or maybe "me-phoria" is a better word). Is it any wonder that there might be a hangover, then? I'm speaking of the sophomore slump, the term used for athletes, students, and artists who worry they will never match … Continue reading Sophomore Slumps ~ Real or Old Husband’s Tales?
Everybody loves freebies and, if you're a bibliophile like me, you especially love it when that freebie is a book. Welcome to the Goodreads Giveaway, a program where GR's reading millions can get in on some free action by simply registering for the many, many books that site offers for free consumption. Of course, giveaways … Continue reading The Tricky Ethics of Goodreads Giveaway Program
The High Window, a new (as of March 2016) home for poetry, has appeared in the UK under the editorial guidance of David Cooke, Anthony Costello, and Natalie Rees. In addition to poetry, each quarterly issue of the e-zine will include an editorial, an essay, translations, and a review. I'm pleased to be a … Continue reading Looking through The High Window
After careful consideration--wait for it!--I've decided that waiting is bad for me. Why am I always waiting? And why am I sometimes unaware of what exactly I'm waiting for? As a poet, my waiting habit has been fed and nurtured. I write a first draft, second, third, and on up the abacus of practice until … Continue reading What Are We Waiting For?
Yes, it's simple math. The rich get richer and the poor remain poor. Economics? Nah. Publishing and sales. People publishing their first books are schooled in this hard, Adam Smith-like fact of life more than any other. Their novels, short story collections, poetry collections, or collected essays may be good. They may even be very … Continue reading The Rich Get Richer…
Rejections. They're part of the game when you're a writer. You bundle up some poems, send them out, hope for the best. But sometimes you feel confident. The reason? You do what you're supposed to be doing. You heed the editors' cries and actually read the poems they publish "to get an idea of what … Continue reading Rejection
If you traffic in poetry, by now you've registered with Submittable, the Portal of Hope. It used to be called "Submishmash," I think, but that unfortunate name was retired by a blender. So the more common-sensical Submittable it is. For those of us who need order in our disorderly lives, Submittable is a blessing. Of … Continue reading Submittable, Reading Fees, Coffee, Et Cetera
As any parent knows, you don't play favorites among your kids. You can HAVE a favorite, of course, but you take that scandalous secret to your grave. If you have a toothpick of common sense, that is. For your children, circumspection is clearly called for, but what about your poems? Publish a book and people … Continue reading Playing Favorites with Your Own Poems