Tell-Tale Inklings #1 (Tell-Tale Chapbooks, 2015) is now on sale, discounted to $10.
96 pages. 30+ writers of narrative poetry and flash fiction and visual artists.
Cover Image: “Une Morte Balkanique” c. 2015 Mark Hanser
I’m especially excited because I really like this journal.
Still recovering from NaPoMo. Here I am reading from my latest poetry collection (What Good’s a View of the Charles…?: poems of tribute 2) on “Willie’s Web Show”). Two months of socializing and event attending. Now back into hiding.
Well, the NaPoMo poems have turned into a chapbook! I’ve been very busy fighting my aching back/neck to do a lot of typing (30 poems plus editing volume three of the poetry trilogy to mail by May 1st); standing and sitting at readings.
So, pictures being worth the thousands words I haven’t posted this month, here are a few thousand words for you 8-)
Mignon Ariel King singing “Dream On” (March 10) in honor of Stephen Tyler’s birthday (March 26) – from the poem “gone girl” in What Good‘s a View of the Charles…? (ALL CAPS Publishing, 2013).
photo by chad parenteau
With the Co-host of PTAOW (and my pal) Rene Schwiesow. The features Timothy Gager and Chad Parenteau and the open mic were amazing!
April 13, 2014, Plymouth, MA
Happy National Poetry Month! I’ll be writing 30 poems in the next 30 days, posting some of them here. As an added challenge, I’m doing 26 Massachusetts-related poems in alphabetical order. Cuz that’s the kinda Masshole I am!
It isn’t Brookline. Nor Brighton. Between the A-Line
-used-to-be-here streets, fine Swiss sweets or plain
Dunkin crullers. Food from West India. Brazil. Italy.
“Funky” write-ups from new locals on Yelp. Used to be
an embarrassing zip code but full of one-bedroom steals.
So close to Harvard, now: solar-powered condominiums.
I was just about to complain about the achy-breakies from dust-bustering the cat-hair-matted rug because the vacuum is on the fritz (Read: D.E.A.D.). Then Buzzzzzzzz. UPS man. The books for my poetry feature are here! I didn’t have money to buy a final copy for months, thus only had the glossy sample from November.
This is the first time I’ve seen the matte covers. They are beautiful! Now if 6 people buy a $10 copy at my feature at Stone Soup Poetry, 106 Prospect St., Cambridge, MA a week from today (hint, hint) I can pay two bills I ignored to buy my own books. Hey, when we say we’re starving artists, it’s no exaggeration! 8-)
Look out, Cambridge, here I come!!!
I forgot my Feb. post. What’s to say? The pinched nerve in my back recovery and the chronic neck strains are better than one might expect in winter, so maybe I can get back to semi-regular walking (still dodging snowstorms here in New England :-) ). At least I’ve gotten in some typing, edits on the memoir -so it might be done in March. In general I have problems if I sit at a table instead of lying on 4 pillows to type. Typing lying down doesn’t work! Frustrating as heck.
1. Somehow I’ve managed to squeeze out two of my goal three books so I can publish in 3 genres in 12 months to celebrate the big 5-0! Instead of re-posting everything, here it is on HCP: http://hiddencharmpress.com/
2. I have a feature of the poetry on March 10, 2014. 8-10pm Stone Soup. $5 cover. My book will be $10 (if I have any left by 9pm, usual feature time). And I’m doing a radio show in spring. Perhaps the memoir will be out then too.
I’m feeling pretty good about 2013, my year of prose and transitioning to more Publishing, behind-the-scenes work. But I’m psyched to read. I haven’t read at all since August, haven’t featured since May? June?
Autumn at last! My second book of poems is close to publication by ALL CAPS Publishing even as I remain faithful to my year of prose-writing commitment.
The cover for my first novella is in second-draft phase; typing is slow but sure for the microfiction collection. So I will have to wrestle with templates to get the Tell-Tale Chapbooks self-pubs done this year. That’s okay, there are 4 months left in the year :-)
Finances being what they aren’t, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that my memoir will not be out this year. Okay…breathe. There, I said it, and the floor didn’t crumble. Life goes on.
Photos and links when works are published. Sleep for now.
July was such a lousy month I almost forgot my August post. High points: my oldest and dearest friends are priceless. Typing/editing Rosebud… is still happening. I have covers for two books, blurbs for the novella. I’m getting physical therapy for my neck (displaced vertebra? ouchie) so I don’t clonk out at 4pm from muscle relaxers then lie awake til 4am. That totally sucked.
It’s an excellent prose jag, but I miss poetry. There’s a reading, with the theme “Place” at the JP library* on Sedgwick next Thursday, August 15. 6:15 sign-up for the open mic. The reading is 7-8ish. Hosts: Beatrice Greene and Carolyn Gregory (both JP poets!).
*Orange Line to Forest Hills, then hop the #39 bus – it’s only a few stops. There’s a big brick municipal building on the corner of Sedgwick and South St. Failproof method: When the bus starts to curve onto Centre St, ring the bell and walk back.