Updated the publications page today. How have I already published 19 poems this year? That’s bizarre. I feel like I’ve spent most of my time working on the final manuscripts for my upcoming three books vs writing new stuff. Mind you, as publishing works, a lot of this year’s publications were submitted and accepted in 2023!

Today we move through the autumnal equinox and night surpasses day until next spring. Normally, I’m a long day, hot weather kind of person, but this brutal summer has burned off my love of swelter. At least until the first cold snap and morning spent scraping frost off the windshield.

Meanwhile, I made my official masthead debut as a poetry editor with Driftwood Press. It’s been a treat (and a lift) to read manuscripts all summer for the Adrift Chapbook contest. So. Many. Amazing. Chapbooks. The amount of talent and quality submissions is a blessing, even as it made our tasks that much more difficult.

Lastly, I’m trying to book readings for the late fall and winter to promote It Was Never Supposed to Be. It was a blast reading for the Poets for Harris event and got me back into the mood. (You can find me at the 1:35:15 mark in the Harris event video linked above.) I’m hoping to create a couple of local and live events too. So we’ll see what develops!