Every year flies by faster than the one before it. April sped through May, and now it's June. Every years I'm astonished to writer 30 poems in 30 days. This is hardly the Ironman equivalent of poem-writing, but it's my marathon. Days when I'm away from my everyday life, the poems are longer and more fully formed. When I'm home, the poems are quick and dirty...written in pencil and stained with coffee-mug circles before they make it to the screen.
As you know, my April poems are a temporary exhibit, a window into my creative world. Most of the poems intone the beginning of a larger poem, and yet some arrive fully formed. All of them are now tucked away in my computer's memory, which I'll sort through this summer...culling what works and saying adios to what doesn't.
As always, thanks for reading and responding whenever and however you did! I'll try to update the blog this year with publication news and events - and if life gets a hold of me and makes even that impossible, I'll see you here next year. Same time. Same place.