45º ~ thick fog persists even this far into the morning, gray gray gray gray gray all around
Today I offer a bit of this and that.
Many thanks to Adam Tavel and Eric Anderson, poetry editors at Conte for including my poem "Prophecy" in the latest issue (7.2). It's a wonderful, compact issue full of both humor and foreboding. A quick note on the poem must include a hat tip to Luke Johnson. I drafted this poem based on a word bank collected from Luke's book After the Ark, which I responded to here.
Another set of thanks to the editors of Crab Creek Review and Weave. Both journals recently sent me happy emails to kick-start 2012 in the right frame of mind. I'm thrilled to have finally made it into these journals after several rejections in the past few years. Revise & try, try again, is my ever-faithful motto.
Huge thanks to you all, dear readers, for voting on the title for manuscript #2. I realized that What Blooms in the Marrow is probably more apt for a title to my sickly speaker poems, although it does come from a line in "It Matters, the Kind of Wound," which is in mss #2. The poem opens with an image of "minor cuts" and how that blood "renews itself-- / tiny blooms in the marrow." There are two or three poems in mss #2 that point to the poems in the sickly speaker series but don't fit with the series as they feature completely different voices/speakers.
I've been thinking about tinkering with mss. #2 and adding the best of the fairy tale poems to it, since they are grounded in the Midwest and the sickly speaker is not. Big project. Gathering strength.
February is going to be a BIG MONTH for poetry in central Arkansas.