Dear readers, listeners, and friends,
My poetry collection is now for sale at this link: Black Hollyhock.
We’re now officially in the special pre-publication period, where the quantity of sales during the next eight weeks will determine the size of the press run. My goal is to sell 105 advance copies. Your support is really appreciated! All orders will be shipped on July 3rd.
I have some very exciting poetry news to share with you. My chapbook “Black Hollyhock” will be published this summer by Finishing Line Press. Advance sales begin on Tuesday. I’ll post more info soon!
For the month of December I have the honor of writing a poem-a-day for the Tupelo Press 30/30 Project to raise funds for this wonderful independent press. If you’d like to sponsor me or any of the other December poets, you can donate (and indicate the poet whose name you are donating “in honor of”) here.
All funds go to Tupelo Press. Any amount, even $5, is greatly appreciated! My goal is to raise $350.
Thank you for supporting poetry! To read my daily poems please click here.
I’m very grateful to be singing a couple of songs at a benefit for my daughter’s school on Thursday along with these wonderful artists:
I’m very happy that my poem “Variations on Absence” has been published in the new issue of a great journal, Right Hand Pointing. If you’d like to read it please click here.
the clarinet players stationed
on pillars and then
someone turned off the lights
and all the white shirts
One of my students made this out of blocks while his sister was having her lesson. So sweet! My hope is that my students feel excited and stimulated by studying with me, and it means so much to get that reassurance. I remember feeling the same way when I was a child. I was 5 when I watched my sister take lessons, and I did not miss one. I first learned through observing, and couldn’t wait for my 6th birthday to begin piano lessons.
“The Language of Motherhood.” You can read it here.
the tree with many arms
now holds white flowers
on each of its thousand fingers
at peace in the air
through which the wind curls
like butter and under
the sky, is me
beholding the new few
On Friday I received an email that my poem had been published on Fat City Review. I had read some articles about the political crisis in Syria and it seeped its way into my writing. The poem can be read here: shelter poem
Thank you for reading.