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Spring and Bloom

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.

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A Sleep, A Silence

It has been some time since I wrote here last. I’ve been busy with reading, writing, and editing. I’ve been busy with parenting and cultivating that tiny voice like the smallest candle flame. Sometimes silence becomes the two hands cupping the flame from the wind.

That is to say no one should fear silence. It is the inhale you need before saying the most vital things. I hope you’ve been well. I hope you’ve been speaking good into the world. And I hope you know even in silence, like sleep, there can be change and restoration.

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Why the Revolution Will Not Be Anonymous

Two reviews diverged in the woods. And I write the kind published less.

Which is to say I am a reviewer who does not shy away from negative critiques. Before I wrote my first review for publication, before I even chose a book to review, I decided to be the type of reader who would remain true to my (subjective, fickle) reactions and aesthetic. Positive or negative, I would write my review honestly and stand behind it. I find no better way to honor a book than to give the text the focused attention it deserves. And I find no better way to show respect to the author and their writing than to react to it honestly, to argue with it or embrace it. To show them my face, smiling or scowling.  This is how I choose to conduct myself creatively.

All this brings me to Worst New Poets,