It has been a while since I’ve written here. There have been so many wonderful things in my life I hardly know where to begin. I had the opportunity to work with (and sponsor) several wonderful, emerging writers in Washington. I read their chapbooks and offered comments, then we sent them along to a contest. I am excited for them and regardless of the outcome those writers should be proud of their work, their craft, and unique voices. Such different approaches to experience and poetry…it was rejuvenating. I’m currently a guest poetry editor for Tahoma Literary Review and again am stunned by the quality and generosity of the literary world. I’ve also been involved in several readings, one in Port Townsend, a wonderful place where deer just roam around and people walk by them like they’re not complete miracles.
And, perhaps most noticeably (to me at least), over the past few weeks I’ve had the opportunity to hold in my hands my very first full-length book of poetry. It has been a very exciting couple months and the attention has been overwhelming (I’m easily overwhelmed). With more readings and a trip to AWP in LA coming up I don’t see it slowing down. But whenever there is a quiet moment I meditate on this point of my life and am filled with gratitude. Here’s to your quiet moments as well.